JO'S BOYS

By Louisa M. Alcott

 Chapter 1 Ten Years Later Chapter 2 Parnassus Chapter 3 Jo's Last Scrape Chapter 4 Dan Chapter 5 Vacation Chapter 6 Last Words Chapter 7 The Lion and the Lamb Chapter 8 Josie Plays Mermaid Chapter 9 The Worm Turns Chapter 10 Demi Settles Chapter 11 Emil's Thanksgiving Chapter 12 Dan's Christmas Chapter 13 Nat's New Year Chapter 14 Plays at Plumfield Chapter 15 Waiting Chapter 16 In the Tennis-court Chapter 17 Among the Maids Chapter 18 Class Day Chapter 19 White Roses Chapter 20 Life for Life Chapter 21 Aslauga's Knight Chapter 22 Positively Last Appearance

Chapter 1. TEN YEARS LATER

'If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here inten years, I wouldn't have believed it, ' said Mrs Jo to Mrs Meg, as theysat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them withfaces full of pride and pleasure. 

'This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I amsure Mr Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he sogenerously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March's memorygreen as long as it lasts, ' answered Mrs Meg, always glad to praise theabsent. 

'We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we'd askfor if we could have three wishes. Doesn't it seem as if mine had beenreally granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love, 'said Mrs Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her handsover her head just as she used to do when a girl. 

'I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart's content. Ifdear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect, ' addedMeg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee's place was emptynow. 

Jo put her hand on her sister's, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happythoughts. 

It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfieldwas transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed morehospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn whenriotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for theBhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to beflown, stood the fine college which Mr Laurence's munificent legacy hadbuilt. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once troddenby childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all theadvantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them. 

Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very likethe Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westwardLaurie's white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when therapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg's nest, anddared to put a soap-factory under Mr Laurence's indignant nose, ourfriends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began. 

These were the pleasant ones; and the loss of the dear old people wassweetened by the blessings they left behind; so all prospered now in thelittle community, and Mr Bhaer as president, and Mr March as chaplainof the college, saw their long-cherished dream beautifully realized. Thesisters divided the care of the young people among them, each takingthe part that suited her best. Meg was the motherly friend of the youngwomen, Jo the confidante and defender of all the youths, and Amy thelady Bountiful who delicately smoothed the way for needy students, andentertained them all so cordially that it was no wonder they named herlovely home Mount Parnassus, so full was it of music, beauty, and theculture hungry young hearts and fancies long for. 

The original twelve boys had of course scattered far and wide duringthese years, but all that lived still remembered old Plumfield, and camewandering back from the four quarters of the earth to tell their variousexperiences, laugh over the pleasures of the past, and face the dutiesof the present with fresh courage; for such home-comings keep heartstender and hands helpful with the memories of young and happy days. Afew words will tell the history of each, and then we can go on with thenew chapter of their lives. 

Franz was with a merchant kinsman in Hamburg, a man of twenty-six now, and doing well. Emil was the jolliest tar that ever 'sailed the oceanblue'. His uncle sent him on a long voyage to disgust him with thisadventurous life; but he came home so delighted with it that it wasplain this was his profession, and the German kinsman gave him a goodchance in his ships; so the lad was happy. Dan was a wanderer still; forafter the geological researches in South America he tried sheep-farmingin Australia, and was now in California looking up mines. Nat was busywith music at the Conservatory, preparing for a year or two in Germanyto finish him off. Tom was studying medicine and trying to like it. Jack was in business with his father, bent on getting rich. Dolly was incollege with Stuffy and Ned reading law. Poor little Dick was dead, sowas Billy; and no one could mourn for them, since life would never behappy, afflicted as they were in mind and body. 

Rob and Teddy were called the 'Lion and the Lamb'; for the latter wasas rampant as the king of beasts, and the former as gentle as any sheepthat ever baaed. Mrs Jo called him 'my daughter', and found him themost dutiful of children, with plenty of manliness underlying the quietmanners and tender nature. But in Ted she seemed to see all the faults, whims, aspirations, and fun of her own youth in a new shape. With histawny locks always in wild confusion, his long legs and arms, loudvoice, and continual activity, Ted was a prominent figure at Plumfield. He had his moods of gloom, and fell into the Slough of Despond aboutonce a week, to be hoisted out by patient Rob or his mother, whounderstood when to let him alone and when to shake him up. He was herpride and joy as well as torment, being a very bright lad for his age, and so full of all sorts of budding talent, that her maternal mind wasmuch exercised as to what this remarkable boy would become. 

Demi had gone through College with honour, and Mrs Meg had set her hearton his being a minister--picturing in her fond fancy the first sermonher dignified young parson would preach, as well as the long, useful, and honoured life he was to lead. But John, as she called him now, firmly declined the divinity school, saying he had had enough of books, and needed to know more of men and the world, and caused the dear womanmuch disappointment by deciding to try a journalist's career. It wasa blow; but she knew that young minds cannot be driven, and thatexperience is the best teacher; so she let him follow his owninclinations, still hoping to see him in the pulpit. Aunt Jo raged whenshe found that there was to be a reporter in the family, and called him'Jenkins' on the spot. She liked his literary tendencies, but had reasonto detest official Paul Prys, as we shall see later. Demi knew his ownmind, however, and tranquilly carried out his plans, unmoved by thetongues of the anxious mammas or the jokes of his mates. Uncle Teddyencouraged him, and painted a splendid career, mentioning Dickens andother celebrities who began as reporters and ended as famous novelistsor newspaper men. 

The girls were all flourishing. Daisy, as sweet and domestic as ever, was her mother's comfort and companion. Josie at fourteen was a mostoriginal young person, full of pranks and peculiarities, the latest ofwhich was a passion for the stage, which caused her quiet mother andsister much anxiety as well as amusement. Bess had grown into a tall, beautiful girl looking several years older than she was, with the samegraceful ways and dainty tastes which the little Princess had, and arich inheritance of both the father's and mother's gifts, fostered byevery aid love and money could give. But the pride of the communitywas naughty Nan; for, like so many restless, wilful children, shewas growing into a woman full of the energy and promise that suddenlyblossoms when the ambitious seeker finds the work she is fitted to dowell. Nan began to study medicine at sixteen, and at twenty was gettingon bravely; for now, thanks to other intelligent women, colleges andhospitals were open to her. She had never wavered in her purpose fromthe childish days when she shocked Daisy in the old willow by saying: 'Idon't want any family to fuss over. I shall have an office, with bottlesand pestle things in it, and drive round and cure folks. ' The futureforetold by the little girl the young woman was rapidly bringing topass, and finding so much happiness in it that nothing could win herfrom the chosen work. Several worthy young gentlemen had tried to makeher change her mind and choose, as Daisy did, 'a nice little house andfamily to take care of'. But Nan only laughed, and routed the loversby proposing to look at the tongue which spoke of adoration, orprofessionally felt the pulse in the manly hand offered for heracceptance. So all departed but one persistent youth, who was such adevoted Traddles it was impossible to quench him. 

This was Tom, who was as faithful to his child sweetheart as she toher 'pestle things', and gave a proof of fidelity that touched her verymuch. He studied medicine for her sake alone, having no taste for it, and a decided fancy for a mercantile life. But Nan was firm, andTom stoutly kept on, devoutly hoping he might not kill many of hisfellow-beings when he came to practise. They were excellent friends, however, and caused much amusement to their comrades, by thevicissitudes of this merry love-chase. 

Both were approaching Plumfield on the afternoon when Mrs Meg and MrsJo were talking on the piazza. Not together; for Nan was walking brisklyalong the pleasant road alone, thinking over a case that interested her, and Tom was pegging on behind to overtake her, as if by accident, whenthe suburbs of the city were past--a little way of his, which was partof the joke. 

Nan was a handsome girl, with a fresh colour, clear eye, quick smile, and the self-poised look young women with a purpose always have. She wassimply and sensibly dressed, walked easily, and seemed full of vigour, with her broad shoulders well back, arms swinging freely, and theelasticity of youth and health in every motion. The few people she metturned to look at her, as if it was a pleasant sight to see a hearty, happy girl walking countryward that lovely day; and the red-faced youngman steaming along behind, hat off and every tight curl wagging withimpatience, evidently agreed with them. 

Presently a mild 'Hallo!' was borne upon the breeze, and pausing, withan effort to look surprised that was an utter failure, Nan said affably:

'Oh, is that you, Tom?'

'Looks like it. Thought you might be walking out today'; and Tom'sjovial face beamed with pleasure. 

'You knew it. How is your throat?' asked Nan in her professional tone, which was always a quencher to undue raptures. 

'Throat? Oh, ah! yes, I remember. It is well. The effect of thatprescription was wonderful. I'll never call homoeopathy a humbug again. '

'You were the humbug this time, and so were the unmedicated pelletsI gave you. If sugar or milk can cure diphtheria in this remarkablemanner, I'll make a note of it. O Tom, Tom, will you never be doneplaying tricks?'

'O Nan, Nan, will you never be done getting the better of me?' And themerry pair laughed at one another just as they did in the old times, which always came back freshly when they went to Plumfield. 

'Well, I knew I shouldn't see you for a week if I didn't scare up someexcuse for a call at the office. You are so desperately busy all thetime I never get a word, ' explained Tom. 

'You ought to be busy too, and above such nonsense. Really, Tom, if youdon't give your mind to your lectures, you'll never get on, ' said Nansoberly. 

'I have quite enough of them as it is, ' answered Tom with an air ofdisgust. 'A fellow must lark a bit after dissecting corpuses all day. I can't stand it long at a time, though some people seem to enjoy itimmensely. '

'Then why not leave it, and do what suits you better? I always thoughtit a foolish thing, you know, ' said Nan, with a trace of anxiety in thekeen eyes that searched for signs of illness in a face as ruddy as aBaldwin apple. 

'You know why I chose it, and why I shall stick to it if it kills me. I may not look delicate, but I've a deep-seated heart complaint, and itwill carry me off sooner or later; for only one doctor in the world cancure it, and she won't. '

There was an air of pensive resignation about Tom that was both comicand pathetic; for he was in earnest, and kept on giving hints of thissort, without the least encouragement. 

Nan frowned; but she was used to it, and knew how to treat him. 

'She is curing it in the best and only way; but a more refractorypatient never lived. Did you go to that ball, as I directed?'

'I did. '

'And devote yourself to pretty Miss West?'

'Danced with her the whole evening. '

'No impression made on that susceptible organ of yours?'

'Not the slightest. I gaped in her face once, forgot to feed her, andgave a sigh of relief when I handed her over to her mamma. '

'Repeat the dose as often as possible, and note the symptoms. I predictthat you'll "cry for it" by and by. '

'Never! I'm sure it doesn't suit my constitution. '

'We shall see. Obey orders!' sternly. 

'Yes, Doctor, ' meekly. 

Silence reigned for a moment; then, as if the bone of contention wasforgotten in the pleasant recollections called up by familiar objects, Nan said suddenly:

'What fun we used to have in that wood! Do you remember how you tumbledout of the big nut-tree and nearly broke your collar-bones?'

'Don't I! and how you steeped me in wormwood till I was a fine mahoganycolour, and Aunt Jo wailed over my spoilt jacket, ' laughed Tom, a boyagain in a minute. 

'And how you set the house afire?'

'And you ran off for your band-box?'

'Do you ever say "Thunder-turtles" now?'

'Do people ever call you "Giddy-gaddy"?'

'Daisy does. Dear thing, I haven't seen her for a week. '

'I saw Demi this morning, and he said she was keeping house for MotherBhaer. '

'She always does when Aunt Jo gets into a vortex. Daisy is a modelhousekeeper; and you couldn't do better than make your bow to her, ifyou can't go to work and wait till you are grown up before you beginlovering. '

'Nat would break his fiddle over my head if I suggested such a thing. No, thank you. Another name is engraved upon my heart as indeliblyas the blue anchor on my arm. "Hope" is my motto, and "No surrender", yours; see who will hold out longest. '

'You silly boys think we must pair off as we did when children; but weshall do nothing of the kind. How well Parnassus looks from here!' saidNan, abruptly changing the conversation again. 

'It is a fine house; but I love old Plum best. Wouldn't Aunt March stareif she could see the changes here?' answered Tom, as they both paused atthe great gate to look at the pleasant landscape before them. 

A sudden whoop startled them, as a long boy with a wild yellow head cameleaping over a hedge like a kangaroo, followed by a slender girl, whostuck in the hawthorn, and sat there laughing like a witch. A prettylittle lass she was, with curly dark hair, bright eyes, and a veryexpressive face. Her hat was at her back, and her skirts a good deal theworse for the brooks she had crossed, the trees she had climbed, and thelast leap, which added several fine rents. 

'Take me down, Nan, please. Tom, hold Ted; he's got my book, and Iwill have it, ' called Josie from her perch, not at all daunted by theappearance of her friends. 

Tom promptly collared the thief, while Nan picked Josie from among thethorns and set her on her feet without a word of reproof; for havingbeen a romp in her own girlhood, she was very indulgent to like tastesin others. 'What's the matter, dear?' she asked, pinning up the longestrip, while Josie examined the scratches on her hands. 'I was studying mypart in the willow, and Ted came slyly up and poked the book out of myhands with his rod. It fell in the brook, and before I could scrabbledown he was off. You wretch, give it back this moment or I'll box yourears, ' cried Josie, laughing and scolding in the same breath. 

Escaping from Tom, Ted struck a sentimental attitude, and with tenderglances at the wet, torn young person before him, delivered ClaudeMelnotte's famous speech in a lackadaisical way that was irresistiblyfunny, ending with 'Dost like the picture, love?' as he made an objectof himself by tying his long legs in a knot and distorting his facehorribly. 

The sound of applause from the piazza put a stop to these antics, andthe young folks went up the avenue together very much in the old stylewhen Tom drove four in hand and Nan was the best horse in the team. Rosy, breathless, and merry, they greeted the ladies and sat down onthe steps to rest, Aunt Meg sewing up her daughter's rags while MrsJo smoothed the Lion's mane, and rescued the book. Daisy appeared in amoment to greet her friend, and all began to talk. 

'Muffins for tea; better stay and eat 'em; Daisy's never fail, ' said Tedhospitably. 

'He's a judge; he ate nine last time. That's why he's so fat, ' addedJosie, with a withering glance at her cousin, who was as thin as a lath. 

'I must go and see Lucy Dove. She has a whitlow, and it's time to lanceit. I'll tea at college, ' answered Nan, feeling in her pocket to be sureshe had not forgotten her case of instruments. 

'Thanks, I'm going there also. Tom Merryweather has granulated lids, and I promised to touch them up for him. Save a doctor's fee and be goodpractice for me. I'm clumsy with my thumbs, ' said Tom, bound to be nearhis idol while he could. 

'Hush! Daisy doesn't like to hear you saw-bones talk of your work. Muffins suit us better'; and Ted grinned sweetly, with a view to futurefavours in the eating line. 

'Any news of the Commodore?' asked Tom. 

'He is on his way home, and Dan hopes to come soon. I long to see myboys together, and have begged the wanderers to come to Thanksgiving, ifnot before, ' answered Mrs Jo, beaming at the thought. 

'They'll come, every man of them, if they can. Even Jack will risklosing a dollar for the sake of one of our jolly old dinners, ' laughedTom. 

'There's the turkey fattening for the feast. I never chase him now, butfeed him well; and he's "swellin' wisibly", bless his drumsticks!' saidTed, pointing out the doomed fowl proudly parading in a neighbouringfield. 

'If Nat goes the last of the month we shall want a farewell frolic forhim. I suppose the dear old Chirper will come home a second Ole Bull, 'said Nan to her friend. 

A pretty colour came into Daisy's cheek, and the folds of muslin on herbreast rose and fell with a quick breath; but she answered placidly:'Uncle Laurie says he has real talent, and after the training he willget abroad he can command a good living here, though he may never befamous. '

'Young people seldom turn out as one predicts, so it is of little useto expect anything, ' said Mrs Meg with a sigh. 'If our children are goodand useful men and women, we should be satisfied; yet it's very naturalto wish them to be brilliant and successful. '

'They are like my chickens, mighty uncertain. Now, that fine-lookingcockerel of mine is the stupidest one of the lot, and the ugly, long-legged chap is the king of the yard, he's so smart; crows loudenough to wake the Seven Sleepers; but the handsome one croaks, and isno end of a coward. I get snubbed; but you wait till I grow up, andthen see'; and Ted looked so like his own long-legged pet that everyonelaughed at his modest prediction. 

'I want to see Dan settled somewhere. "A rolling stone gathers no moss", and at twenty-five he is still roaming about the world without a tie tohold him, except this'; and Mrs Meg nodded towards her sister. 

'Dan will find his place at last, and experience is his best teacher. He is rough still, but each time he comes home I see a change for thebetter, and never lose my faith in him. He may never do anything great, or get rich; but if the wild boy makes an honest man, I'm satisfied, 'said Mrs Jo, who always defended the black sheep of her flock. 

'That's right, mother, stand by Dan! He's worth a dozen Jacks and Nedsbragging about money and trying to be swells. You see if he doesn't dosomething to be proud of and take the wind out of their sails, 'added Ted, whose love for his 'Danny' was now strengthened by a boy'sadmiration for the bold, adventurous man. 

'Hope so, I'm sure. He's just the fellow to do rash things and cometo glory--climbing the Matterhorn, taking a "header" into Niagara, orfinding a big nugget. That's his way of sowing wild oats, and perhapsit's better than ours, ' said Tom thoughtfully; for he had gained a gooddeal of experience in that sort of agriculture since he became a medicalstudent. 

'Much better!' said Mrs Jo emphatically. 'I'd rather send my boys offto see the world in that way than leave them alone in a city full oftemptations, with nothing to do but waste time, money, and health, asso many are left. Dan has to work his way, and that teaches him courage, patience, and self-reliance. I don't worry about him as much as I doabout George and Dolly at college, no more fit than two babies to takecare of themselves. '

'How about John? He's knocking round town as a newspaper man, reportingall sorts of things, from sermons to prize-fights, ' asked Tom, whothought that sort of life would be much more to his own taste thanmedical lectures and hospital wards. 

'Demi has three safeguards--good principles, refined tastes, and a wisemother. He won't come to harm, and these experiences will be useful tohim when he begins to write, as I'm sure he will in time, ' began MrsJo in her prophetic tone; for she was anxious to have some of her geeseturn out swans. 

'Speak of Jenkins, and you'll hear the rustling of his paper, ' criedTom, as a fresh-faced, brown-eyed young man came up the avenue, waving anewspaper over his head. 

'Here's your Evening Tattler! Latest Edition! Awful murder! Bank clerkabsconded! Powder-mill explosion, and great strike of the Latin Schoolboys!' roared Ted, going to meet his cousin with the graceful gait of ayoung giraffe. 

'The Commodore is in, and will cut his cable and run before the windas soon as he can get off, ' called Demi, with 'a nice derangement ofnautical epitaphs', as he came up smiling over his good news. 

Everyone talked together for a moment, and the paper passed from hand tohand that each eye might rest on the pleasant fact that the Brenda, fromHamburg, was safe in port. 

'He'll come lurching out by tomorrow with his usual collection of marinemonsters and lively yarns. I saw him, jolly and tarry and brown as acoffee-berry. Had a good run, and hopes to be second mate, as the otherchap is laid up with a broken leg, ' added Demi. 

'Wish I had the setting of it, ' said Nan to herself, with a professionaltwist of her hand. 

'How's Franz?' asked Mrs Jo. 

'He's going to be married! There's news for you. The first of theflock, Aunty, so say good-bye to him. Her name is Ludmilla HeldegardBlumenthal; good family, well-off, pretty, and of course an angel. Thedear old boy wants Uncle's consent, and then he will settle down to be ahappy and an honest burgher. Long life to him!'

'I'm glad to hear it. I do so like to settle my boys with a good wifeand a nice little home. Now, if all is right, I shall feel as if Franzwas off my mind, ' said Mrs Jo, folding her hands contentedly; for sheoften felt like a distracted hen with a large brood of mixed chickensand ducks upon her hands. 

'So do I, ' sighed Tom, with a sly glance at Nan. 'That's what a fellowneeds to keep him steady; and it's the duty of nice girls to marry assoon as possible, isn't it, Demi?'

'If there are enough nice fellows to go round. The female populationexceeds the male, you know, especially in New England; which accountsfor the high state of culture we are in, perhaps, ' answered John, whowas leaning over his mother's chair, telling his day's experiences in awhisper. 

'It is a merciful provision, my dears; for it takes three or four womento get each man into, through, and out of the world. You are costlycreatures, boys; and it is well that mothers, sisters, wives, anddaughters love their duty and do it so well, or you would perish off theface of the earth, ' said Mrs Jo solemnly, as she took up a basket filledwith dilapidated hose; for the good Professor was still hard on hissocks, and his sons resembled him in that respect. 

'Such being the case, there is plenty for the "superfluous women" to do, in taking care of these helpless men and their families. I see that moreclearly every day, and am very glad and grateful that my profession willmake me a useful, happy, and independent spinster. '

Nan's emphasis on the last word caused Tom to groan, and the rest tolaugh. 

'I take great pride and solid satisfaction in you, Nan, and hope tosee you very successful; for we do need just such helpful women in theworld. I sometimes feel as if I've missed my vocation and ought tohave remained single; but my duty seemed to point this way, and I don'tregret it, ' said Mrs Jo, folding a large and very ragged blue sock toher bosom. 

'Neither do I. What should I ever have done without my dearest Mum?'added Ted, with a filial hug which caused both to disappear behind thenewspaper in which he had been mercifully absorbed for a few minutes. 

'My darling boy, if you would wash your hands semi-occasionally, fondcaresses would be less disastrous to my collar. Never mind, my precioustouslehead, better grass stains and dirt than no cuddlings at all'; andMrs Jo emerged from that brief eclipse looking much refreshed, thoughher back hair was caught in Ted's buttons and her collar under one ear. 

Here Josie, who had been studying her part at the other end of thepiazza, suddenly burst forth with a smothered shriek, and gave Juliet'sspeech in the tomb so effectively that the boys applauded, Daisyshivered, and Nan murmured: 'Too much cerebral excitement for one of herage. '

'I'm afraid you'll have to make up your mind to it, Meg. That child isa born actress. We never did anything so well, not even the Witch'sCurse, ' said Mrs Jo, casting a bouquet of many-coloured socks at thefeet of her flushed and panting niece, when she fell gracefully upon thedoor-mat. 

'It is a sort of judgement upon me for my passion for the stage when agirl. Now I know how dear Marmee felt when I begged to be an actress. Inever can consent, and yet I may be obliged to give up my wishes, hopes, and plans again. '

There was an accent of reproach in his mother's voice, which made Demipick up his sister with a gentle shake, and the stern command to 'dropthat nonsense in public'. 

'Drop me, Minion, or I'll give you the Maniac Bride, with my bestHa-ha!' cried Josie, glaring at him like an offended kitten. Being seton her feet, she made a splendid courtesy, and dramatically proclaiming, 'Mrs Woffington's carriage waits, ' swept down the steps and round thecorner, trailing Daisy's scarlet shawl majestically behind her. 

'Isn't she great fun? I couldn't stop in this dull place if I hadn'tthat child to make it lively for me. If ever she turns prim, I'm off; somind how you nip her in the bud, ' said Teddy, frowning at Demi, who wasnow writing out shorthand notes on the steps. 

'You two are a team, and it takes a strong hand to drive you, but Irather like it. Josie ought to have been my child, and Rob yours, Meg. Then your house would have been all peace and mine all Bedlam. Now Imust go and tell Laurie the news. Come with me, Meg, a little strollwill do us good'; and sticking Ted's straw hat on her head, Mrs Jowalked off with her sister, leaving Daisy to attend to the muffins, Tedto appease Josie, and Tom and Nan to give their respective patients avery bad quarter of an hour. 

Chapter 2. PARNASSUS

It was well named; and the Muses seemed to be at home that day, for asthe newcomers went up the slope appropriate sights and sounds greetedthem. Passing an open window, they looked in upon a library presidedover by Clio, Calliope, and Urania; Melpomene and Thalia were disportingthemselves in the hall, where some young people were dancing andrehearsing a play; Erato was walking in the garden with her lover, andin the music-room Phoebus himself was drilling a tuneful choir. 

A mature Apollo was our old friend Laurie, but comely and genial asever; for time had ripened the freakish boy into a noble man. Care andsorrow, as well as ease and happiness, had done much for him; and theresponsibility of carrying out his grandfather's wishes had been aduty most faithfully performed. Prosperity suits some people, and theyblossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are thesweeter for a touch of frost. Laurie was one of the former sort, andAmy was another; so life had been a kind of poem to them since theymarried--not only harmonious and happy, but earnest, useful, and rich inthe beautiful benevolence which can do so much when wealth and wisdom gohand in hand with charity. Their house was full of unostentatious beautyand comfort, and here the art-loving host and hostess attracted andentertained artists of all kinds. Laurie had music enough now, and was agenerous patron to the class he most liked to help. Amy had her protegesamong ambitious young painters and sculptors, and found her own artdouble dear as her daughter grew old enough to share its labours anddelights with her; for she was one of those who prove that women can befaithful wives and mothers without sacrificing the special gift bestowedupon them for their own development and the good of others. 

Her sisters knew where to find her, and Jo went at once to the studio, where mother and daughter worked together. Bess was busy with the bustof a little child, while her mother added the last touches to a finehead of her husband. Time seemed to have stood still with Amy, forhappiness had kept her young and prosperity given her the culture sheneeded. A stately, graceful woman, who showed how elegant simplicitycould be made by the taste with which she chose her dress and the gracewith which she wore it. As someone said: 'I never know what Mrs Laurencehas on, but I always receive the impression that she is the best-dressedlady in the room. '

It was evident that she adored her daughter, and well she might; forthe beauty she had longed for seemed, to her fond eyes at least, tobe impersonated in this younger self. Bess inherited her mother'sDiana-like figure, blue eyes, fair skin, and golden hair, tied up inthe same classic knot of curls. Also--ah! never-ending source of joy toAmy--she had her father's handsome nose and mouth, cast in a femininemould. The severe simplicity of a long linen pinafore suited her;and she worked away with the entire absorption of the true artist, unconscious of the loving eyes upon her, till Aunt Jo came in exclaimingeagerly:

'My dear girls, stop your mud-pies and hear the news!'

Both artists dropped their tools and greeted the irrepressible womancordially, though genius had been burning splendidly and her comingspoilt a precious hour. They were in the full tide of gossip whenLaurie, who had been summoned by Meg, arrived, and sitting down betweenthe sisters, with no barricade anywhere, listened with interest to thenews of Franz and Emil. 

'The epidemic has broke out, and now it will rage and ravage your flock. Be prepared for every sort of romance and rashness for the next tenyears, Jo. Your boys are growing up and will plunge headlong into a seaof worse scrapes than any you have had yet, ' said Laurie, enjoying herlook of mingled delight and despair. 

'I know it, and I hope I shall be able to pull them through and landthem safely; but it's an awful responsibility, for they will come to meand insist that I can make their poor little loves run smoothly. Ilike it, though, and Meg is such a mush of sentiment she revels in theprospect, ' answered Jo, feeling pretty easy about her own boys, whoseyouth made them safe for the present. 

'I'm afraid she won't revel when our Nat begins to buzz too near herDaisy. Of course you see what all that means? As musical director I amalso his confidante, and would like to know what advice to give, ' saidLaurie soberly. 'Hush! you forget that child, ' began Jo, nodding towardsBess, who was at work again. 

'Bless you! she's in Athens, and doesn't hear a word. She ought to leaveoff, though, and go out. My darling, put the baby to sleep, and go fora run. Aunt Meg is in the parlour; go and show her the new pictures tillwe come, ' added Laurie, looking at his tall girl as Pygmalion might havelooked at Galatea; for he considered her the finest statue in the house. 

'Yes, papa; but please tell me if it is good'; and Bess obediently putdown her tools, with a lingering glance at the bust. 

'My cherished daughter, truth compels me to confess that one cheek isplumper than the other; and the curls upon its infant brow are rathertoo much like horns for perfect grace; otherwise it rivals Raphael'sChanting Cherubs, and I'm proud of it. '

Laurie was laughing as he spoke; for these first attempts were so likeAmy's early ones, it was impossible to regard them as soberly as theenthusiastic mamma did. 

'You can't see beauty in anything but music, ' answered Bess, shaking thegolden head that made the one bright spot in the cool north lights ofthe great studio. 

'Well, I see beauty in you, dear. And if you are not art, what is? Iwish to put a little more nature into you, and get you away from thiscold clay and marble into the sunshine, to dance and laugh as theothers do. I want a flesh-and-blood girl, not a sweet statue in a greypinafore, who forgets everything but her work. ' As he spoke, two dustyhands came round his neck, and Bess said earnestly, punctuating herwords with soft touches of her lips:

'I never forget you, papa; but I do want to do something beautiful thatyou may be proud of me by and by. Mamma often tells me to stop; but whenwe get in here we forget there is any world outside, we are so busy andso happy. Now I'll go and run and sing, and be a girl to please you. 'And throwing away the apron, Bess vanished from the room, seeming totake all the light with her. 

'I'm glad you said that. The dear child is too much absorbed in herartistic dreams for one so young. It is my fault; but I sympathize sodeeply in it all, I forget to be wise, ' sighed Amy, carefully coveringthe baby with a wet towel. 

'I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetestthings in the world; but I try to remember what Marmee once said toMeg--that fathers should have their share in the education of both girlsand boys; so I leave Ted to his father all I can, and Fritz lends meRob, whose quiet ways are as restful and good for me as Ted's tempestsare for his father. Now I advise you, Amy, to let Bess drop the mud-piesfor a time, and take up music with Laurie; then she won't be one-sided, and he won't be jealous. '

'Hear, hear! A Daniel--a very Daniel!' cried Laurie, well pleased. 'Ithought you'd lend a hand, Jo, and say a word for me. I am a littlejealous of Amy, and want more of a share in my girl. Come, my lady, letme have her this summer, and next year, when we go to Rome, I'll giveher up to you and high art. Isn't that a fair bargain?'

'I agree; but in trying your hobby, nature, with music thrown in, don'tforget that, though only fifteen, our Bess is older than most girls ofthat age, and cannot be treated like a child. She is so very preciousto me, I feel as if I wanted to keep her always as pure and beautiful asthe marble she loves so well. '

Amy spoke regretfully as she looked about the lovely room where she hadspent so many happy hours with this dear child of hers. 

'"Turn and turn about is fair play", as we used to say when we allwanted to ride on Ellen Tree or wear the russet boots, ' said Jo briskly;'so you must share your girl between you, and see who will do the mostfor her. '

'We will, ' answered the fond parents, laughing at the recollections Jo'sproverb brought up to them. 

'How I did use to enjoy bouncing on the limbs of that old apple-tree!No real horse ever gave me half the pleasure or the exercise, ' said Amy, looking out of the high window as if she saw the dear old orchard againand the little girls at play there. 

'And what fun I had with those blessed boots!' laughed Jo. 'I've got therelics now. The boys reduced them to rags; but I love them still, andwould enjoy a good theatrical stalk in them if it were possible. '

'My fondest memories twine about the warming-pan and the sausage. Whatlarks we had! And how long ago it seems!' said Laurie, staring at thetwo women before him as if he found it hard to realize that they everhad been little Amy and riotous Jo. 

'Don't suggest that we are growing old, my Lord. We have only bloomed;and a very nice bouquet we make with our buds about us, ' answered MrsAmy, shaking out the folds of her rosy muslin with much the air ofdainty satisfaction the girl used to show in a new dress. 

'Not to mention our thorns and dead leaves, ' added Jo, with a sigh; forlife had never been very easy to her, and even now she had her troublesboth within and without. 

'Come and have a dish of tea, old dear, and see what the young folks areabout. You are tired, and want to be "stayed with flagons and comfortedwith apples", ' said Laurie, offering an arm to each sister, and leadingthem away to afternoon tea, which flowed as freely on Parnassus as thenectar of old. 

They found Meg in the summer-parlour, an airy and delightful room, fullnow of afternoon sunshine and the rustle of trees; for the three longwindows opened on the garden. The great music-room was at one end, and at the other, in a deep alcove hung with purple curtains, a littlehousehold shrine had been made. Three portraits hung there, two marblebusts stood in the corners, and a couch, an oval table, with its urnof flowers, were the only articles of furniture the nook contained. Thebusts were John Brooke and Beth--Amy's work--both excellent likenesses, and both full of the placid beauty which always recalls the saying, that 'Clay represents life; plaster, death; marble, immortality'. Onthe right, as became the founder of the house, hung the portrait of MrLaurence, with its expression of mingled pride and benevolence, as freshand attractive as when he caught the girl Jo admiring it. Opposite wasAunt March--a legacy to Amy--in an imposing turban, immense sleeves, andlong mittens decorously crossed on the front of her plum-coloured satingown. Time had mellowed the severity of her aspect; and the fixed regardof the handsome old gentleman opposite seemed to account for the amiablesimper on lips that had not uttered a sharp word for years. 

In the place of honour, with the sunshine warm upon it, and a greengarland always round it, was Marmee's beloved face, painted withgrateful skill by a great artist whom she had befriended when poor andunknown. So beautifully lifelike was it that it seemed to smile downupon her daughters, saying cheerfully:

'Be happy; I am with you still. '

The three sisters stood a moment looking up at the beloved picture witheyes full of tender reverence and the longing that never left them; forthis noble mother had been so much to them that no one could ever fillher place. Only two years since she had gone away to live and love anew, leaving such a sweet memory behind her that it was both an inspirationand a comforter to all the household. They felt this as they drew closerto one another, and Laurie put it into words as he said earnestly:

'I can ask nothing better for my child than that she may be a woman likeour mother. Please God, she shall be, if I can do it; for I owe the bestI have to this dear saint. '

Just then a fresh voice began to sing 'Ave Maria' in the music-room, andBess unconsciously echoed her father's prayer for her as she dutifullyobeyed his wishes. The soft sound of the air Marmee used to sing led thelisteners back into the world again from that momentary reaching afterthe loved and lost, and they sat down together near the open windowsenjoying the music, while Laurie brought them tea, making the littleservice pleasant by the tender care he gave to it. 

Nat came in with Demi, soon followed by Ted and Josie, the Professor andhis faithful Rob, all anxious to hear more about 'the boys'. The rattleof cups and tongues grew brisk, and the setting sun saw a cheerfulcompany resting in the bright room after the varied labours of the day. 

Professor Bhaer was grey now, but robust and genial as ever; for he hadthe work he loved, and did it so heartily that the whole college felthis beautiful influence. Rob was as much like him as it was possible fora boy to be, and was already called the 'young Professor', he so adoredstudy and closely imitated his honoured father in all ways. 

'Well, heart's dearest, we go to have our boys again, all two, andmay rejoice greatly, ' said Mr Bhaer, seating himself beside Jo with abeaming face and a handshake of congratulation. 

'Oh, Fritz, I'm so delighted about Emil, and if you approve about Franzalso. Did you know Ludmilla? Is it a wise match?' asked Mrs Jo, handinghim her cup of tea and drawing closer, as if she welcomed her refuge injoy as well as sorrow. 

'It all goes well. I saw the Madchen when I went over to place Franz. A child then, but most sweet and charming. Blumenthal is satisfied, Ithink, and the boy will be happy. He is too German to be content awayfrom Vaterland, so we shall have him as a link between the new and theold, and that pleases me much. '

'And Emil, he is to be second mate next voyage; isn't that fine? I'm sohappy that both your boys have done well; you gave up so much for themand their mother. You make light of it, dear, but I never forget it, 'said Jo, with her hand in his as sentimentally as if she was a girlagain and her Fritz had come a-wooing. 

He laughed his cheery laugh, and whispered behind her fan: 'If I had notcome to America for the poor lads, I never should have found my Jo. The hard times are very sweet now, and I bless Gott for all I seemed tolose, because I gained the blessing of my life. '

'Spooning! spooning! Here's an awful flirtation on the sly, ' criedTeddy, peering over the fan just at that interesting moment, much to hismother's confusion and his father's amusement; for the Professor neverwas ashamed of the fact that he still considered his wife the dearestwoman in the world. Rob promptly ejected his brother from one window, to see him skip in at the other, while Mrs Jo shut her fan and held itready to rap her unruly boy's knuckles if he came near her again. 

Nat approached in answer to Mr Bhaer's beckoning teaspoon, and stoodbefore them with a face full of the respectful affection he felt for theexcellent man who had done so much for him. 

'I have the letters ready for thee, my son. They are two old friends ofmine in Leipzig, who will befriend thee in that new life. It is well tohave them, for thou wilt be heartbroken with Heimweh at the first, Nat, and need comforting, ' said the Professor, giving him several letters. 

'Thanks, sir. Yes, I expect to be pretty lonely till I get started, thenmy music and the hope of getting on will cheer me up, ' answered Nat, whoboth longed and dreaded to leave all these friends behind him and makenew ones. 

He was a man now; but the blue eyes were as honest as ever, the mouthstill a little weak, in spite of the carefully cherished moustacheover it, and the broad forehead more plainly than ever betrayed themusic-loving nature of the youth. Modest, affectionate, and dutiful, Natwas considered a pleasant though not a brilliant success by Mrs Jo. Sheloved and trusted him, and was sure he would do his best, but did notexpect that he would be great in any way, unless the stimulus of foreigntraining and self-dependence made him a better artist and a stronger manthan now seemed likely. 

'I've marked all your things--or rather, Daisy did--and as soon as yourbooks are collected, we can see about the packing, ' said Mrs Jo, who wasso used to fitting boys off for all quarters of the globe that a trip tothe North Pole would not have been too much for her. 

Nat grew red at mention of that name--or was it the last glow of sunseton his rather pale cheek?--and his heart beat happily at the thought ofthe dear girl working Ns and Bs on his humble socks and handkerchiefs;for Nat adored Daisy, and the cherished dream of his life was to earna place for himself as a musician and win this angel for his wife. Thishope did more for him than the Professor's counsels, Mrs Jo's care, orMr Laurie's generous help. For her sake he worked, waited, and hoped, finding courage and patience in the dream of that happy future whenDaisy should make a little home for him and he fiddle a fortune into herlap. Mrs Jo knew this; and though he was not exactly the man she wouldhave chosen for her niece, she felt that Nat would always need just thewise and loving care Daisy could give him, and that without it there wasdanger of his being one of the amiable and aimless men who fail forwant of the right pilot to steer them safely through the world. Mrs Megdecidedly frowned upon the poor boy's love, and would not hear of givingher dear girl to any but the best man to be found on the face of theearth. She was very kind, but as firm as such gentle souls can be; andNat fled for comfort to Mrs Jo, who always espoused the interests ofher boys heartily. A new set of anxieties was beginning now that theaforesaid boys were growing up, and she foresaw no end of worry as wellas amusement in the love-affairs already budding in her flock. Mrs Megwas usually her best ally and adviser, for she loved romances as wellnow as when a blooming girl herself. But in this case she hardened herheart, and would not hear a word of entreaty. 'Nat was not man enough, never would be, no one knew his family, a musician's life was a hardone; Daisy was too young, five or six years hence when time had provedboth perhaps. Let us see what absence will do for him. ' And that was theend of it, for when the maternal Pelican was roused she could be veryfirm, though for her precious children she would have plucked her lastfeather and given the last drop of her blood. 

Mrs Jo was thinking of this as she looked at Nat while he talkedwith her husband about Leipzig, and she resolved to have a clearunderstanding with him before he went; for she was used to confidences, and talked freely with her boys about the trials and temptations thatbeset all lives in the beginning, and so often mar them, for want of theright word at the right moment. 

This is the first duty of parents, and no false delicacy shouldkeep them from the watchful care, the gentle warning, which makesself-knowledge and self-control the compass and pilot of the young asthey leave the safe harbour of home. 

'Plato and his disciples approach, ' announced irreverent Teddy, as MrMarch came in with several young men and women about him; for the wiseold man was universally beloved, and ministered so beautifully to hisflock that many of them thanked him all their lives for the help givento both hearts and souls. 

Bess went to him at once; for since Marmee died, Grandpapa was herspecial care, and it was sweet to see the golden head bend over thesilver one as she rolled out his easy-chair and waited on him withtender alacrity. 

'Aesthetic tea always on tap here, sir; will you have a flowing bowlor a bit of ambrosia?' asked Laurie, who was wandering about with asugar-basin in one hand and a plate of cake in the other; for sweeteningcups and feeding the hungry was work he loved. 

'Neither, thanks; this child has taken care of me'; and Mr March turnedto Bess, who sat on one arm of his chair, holding a glass of fresh milk. 

'Long may she live to do it, sir, and I be here to see this prettycontradiction of the song that "youth and age cannot live together"!'answered Laurie, smiling at the pair. '"Crabbed age", papa; that makesall the difference in the world, ' said Bess quickly; for she lovedpoetry, and read the best. 

 'Wouldst thou see fresh roses grow In a reverend bed of snow?'

quoted Mr March, as Josie came and perched on the other arm, lookinglike a very thorny little rose; for she had been having a hot discussionwith Ted, and had got the worst of it. 

'Grandpa, must women always obey men and say they are the wisest, justbecause they are the strongest?' she cried, looking fiercely at hercousin, who came stalking up with a provoking smile on the boyish facethat was always very comical atop of that tall figure. 

'Well, my dear, that is the old-fashioned belief, and it will take sometime to change it. But I think the woman's hour has struck; and it looksto me as if the boys must do their best, for the girls are abreastnow, and may reach the goal first, ' answered Mr March, surveying withpaternal satisfaction the bright faces of the young women, who wereamong the best students in the college. 

'The poor little Atalantas are sadly distracted and delayed by theobstacles thrown in their way--not golden apples, by any means--butI think they will stand a fair chance when they have learned to runbetter, ' laughed Uncle Laurie, stroking Josie's breezy hair, which stoodup like the fur of an angry kitten. 

'Whole barrels of apples won't stop me when I start, and a dozen Tedswon't trip me up, though they may try. I'll show him that a woman canact as well, if not better, than a man. It has been done, and will beagain; and I'll never own that my brain isn't as good as his, though itmay be smaller, ' cried the excited young person. 

'If you shake your head in that violent way you'll addle what brains youhave got; and I'd take care of 'em, if I were you, ' began teasing Ted. 

'What started this civil war?' asked Grandpapa, with a gentle emphasison the adjective, which caused the combatants to calm their ardour alittle. 

'Why, we were pegging away at the Iliad and came to where Zeus tellsJuno not to inquire into his plans or he'll whip her, and Jo wasdisgusted because Juno meekly hushed up. I said it was all right, andagreed with the old fellow that women didn't know much and ought to obeymen, ' explained Ted, to the great amusement of his hearers. 

'Goddesses may do as they like, but those Greek and Trojan women werepoor-spirited things if they minded men who couldn't fight their ownbattles and had to be hustled off by Pallas, and Venus, and Juno, whenthey were going to get beaten. The idea of two armies stopping andsitting down while a pair of heroes flung stones at one another! I don'tthink much of your old Homer. Give me Napoleon or Grant for my hero. '

Josie's scorn was as funny as if a humming-bird scolded at an ostrich, and everyone laughed as she sniffed at the immortal poet and criticizedthe gods. 

'Napoleon's Juno had a nice time; didn't she? That's just the way girlsargue--first one way and then the other, ' jeered Ted. 

'Like Johnson's young lady, who was "not categorical, but allwiggle-waggle", ' added Uncle Laurie, enjoying the battle immensely. 

'I was only speaking of them as soldiers. But if you come to the womanside of it, wasn't Grant a kind husband and Mrs Grant a happy woman?He didn't threaten to whip her if she asked a natural question; and ifNapoleon did do wrong about Josephine, he could fight, and didn't wantany Minerva to come fussing over him. They were a stupid set, fromdandified Paris to Achilles sulking in his ships, and I won't change myopinion for all the Hectors and Agamemnons in Greece, ' said Josie, stillunconquered. 

'You can fight like a Trojan, that's evident; and we will be the twoobedient armies looking on while you and Ted have it out, ' began UncleLaurie, assuming the attitude of a warrior leaning on his spear. 

'I fear we must give it up, for Pallas is about to descend and carry offour Hector, ' said Mr March, smiling, as Jo came to remind her son thatsuppertime was near. 

'We will fight it out later when there are no goddesses to interfere, 'said Teddy, as he turned away with unusual alacrity, remembering thetreat in store. 

'Conquered by a muffin, by Jove!' called Josie after him, exulting in anopportunity to use the classical exclamation forbidden to her sex. 

But Ted shot a Parthian arrow as he retired in good order by replying, with a highly virtuous expression:

'Obedience is a soldier's first duty. '

Bent on her woman's privilege of having the last word, Josie ran afterhim, but never uttered the scathing speech upon her lips, for a verybrown young man in a blue suit came leaping up the steps with a cheery'Ahoy! ahoy! where is everybody?'

'Emil! Emil!' cried Josie, and in a moment Ted was upon him, and thelate enemies ended their fray in a joyful welcome to the newcomer. 

Muffins were forgotten, and towing their cousin like two fussy littletugs with a fine merchantman, the children returned to the parlour, where Emil kissed all the women and shook hands with all the men excepthis uncle; him he embraced in the good old German style, to the greatdelight of the observers. 

'Didn't think I could get off today, but found I could, and steeredstraight for old Plum. Not a soul there, so I luffed and bore away forParnassus, and here is every man Jack of you. Bless your hearts, howglad I am to see you all!' exclaimed the sailor boy, beaming at them, ashe stood with his legs apart as if he still felt the rocking deck underhis feet. 

'You ought to "shiver your timbers", not "bless our hearts", Emil; it'snot nautical at all. Oh, how nice and shippy and tarry you do smell!'said Josie, sniffing at him with great enjoyment of the fresh sea odourshe brought with him. This was her favourite cousin, and she was hispet; so she knew that the bulging pockets of the blue jacket containedtreasures for her at least. 

'Avast, my hearty, and let me take soundings before you dive, ' laughedEmil, understanding her affectionate caresses, and holding her off withone hand while with the other he rummaged out sundry foreign littleboxes and parcels marked with different names, and handed them roundwith appropriate remarks, which caused much laughter; for Emil was awag. 

'There's a hawser that will hold our little cock-boat still about fiveminutes, ' he said, throwing a necklace of pretty pink coral over Josie'shead; 'and here's something the mermaids sent to Undine, ' he added, handing Bess a string of pearly shells on a silver chain. 

I thought Daisy would like a fiddle, and Nat can find her a beau, 'continued the sailor, with a laugh, as he undid a dainty filigree broochin the shape of a violin. 

'I know she will, and I'll take it to her, ' answered Nat, as hevanished, glad of an errand, and sure that he could find Daisy thoughEmil had missed her. 

Emil chuckled, and handed out a quaintly carved bear whose head opened, showing a capacious ink-stand. This he presented, with a scrape, to AuntJo. 

'Knowing your fondness for these fine animals, I brought this one toyour pen. '

'Very good, Commodore! Try again, ' said Mrs Jo, much pleased with hergift, which caused the Professor to prophesy 'works of Shakespeare' fromits depths, so great would be the inspiration of the beloved bruin. 

'As Aunt Meg will wear caps, in spite of her youth, I got Ludmilla toget me some bits of lace. Hope you'll like 'em'; and out of a soft papercame some filmy things, one of which soon lay like a net of snowflakeson Mrs Meg's pretty hair. 

'I couldn't find anything swell enough for Aunt Amy, because she haseverything she wants, so I brought a little picture that always makesme think of her when Bess was a baby'; and he handed her an oval ivorylocket, on which was painted a goldenhaired Madonna, with a rosy childfolded in her blue mantle. 

'How lovely!' cried everyone; and Aunt Amy at once hung it about herneck on the blue ribbon from Bess's hair, charmed with her gift; for itrecalled the happiest year of her life. 

'Now, I flatter myself I've got just the thing for Nan, neat but notgaudy, a sort of sign you see, and very appropriate for a doctor, ' saidEmil, proudly displaying a pair of lava earrings shaped like littleskulls. 

'Horrid!' And Bess, who hated ugly things, turned her eyes to her ownpretty shells. 

'She won't wear earrings, ' said Josie. 

'Well, she'll enjoy punching your ears then. She's never so happy aswhen she's overhauling her fellow creatures and going for 'em with aknife, ' answered Emil, undisturbed. 'I've got a lot of plunder for youfellows in my chest, but I knew I should have no peace till my cargo forthe girls was unloaded. Now tell me all the news. ' And, seated on Amy'sbest marbletopped table, the sailor swung his legs and talked at therate of ten knots an hour, till Aunt Jo carried them all off to a grandfamily tea in honour of the Commodore. 

Chapter 3. JO'S LAST SCRAPE

The March family had enjoyed a great many surprises in the course oftheir varied career, but the greatest of all was when the Ugly Ducklingturned out to be, not a swan, but a golden goose, whose literary eggsfound such an unexpected market that in ten years Jo's wildest and mostcherished dream actually came true. How or why it happened she neverclearly understood, but all of a sudden she found herself famous in asmall way, and, better still, with a snug little fortune in her pocketto clear away the obstacles of the present and assure the future of herboys. 

It began during a bad year when everything went wrong at Plumfield;times were hard, the school dwindled, Jo overworked herself and had along illness; Laurie and Amy were abroad, and the Bhaers too proud toask help even of those as near and dear as this generous pair. Confinedto her room, Jo got desperate over the state of affairs, till she fellback upon the long-disused pen as the only thing she could do to helpfill up the gaps in the income. A book for girls being wanted by acertain publisher, she hastily scribbled a little story describing a fewscenes and adventures in the lives of herself and sisters, though boyswere more in her line, and with very slight hopes of success sent it outto seek its fortune. 

Things always went by contraries with Jo. Her first book, laboured overfor years, and launched full of the high hopes and ambitious dreams ofyouth, foundered on its voyage, though the wreck continued to float longafterward, to the profit of the publisher at least. The hastily writtenstory, sent away with no thought beyond the few dollars it might bring, sailed with a fair wind and a wise pilot at the helm into public favour, and came home heavily laden with an unexpected cargo of gold and glory. 

A more astonished woman probably never existed than Josephine Bhaer whenher little ship came into port with flags flying, cannon that had beensilent before now booming gaily, and, better than all, many kind facesrejoicing with her, many friendly hands grasping hers with cordialcongratulations. After that it was plain sailing, and she merely hadto load her ships and send them off on prosperous trips, to bring homestores of comfort for all she loved and laboured for. 

The fame she never did quite accept; for it takes very little fire tomake a great deal of smoke nowadays, and notoriety is not real glory. The fortune she could not doubt, and gratefully received; though it wasnot half so large a one as a generous world reported it to be. The tidehaving turned continued to rise, and floated the family comfortably intoa snug harbour where the older members could rest secure from storms, and whence the younger ones could launch their boats for the voyage oflife. 

All manner of happiness, peace, and plenty came in those years to blessthe patient waiters, hopeful workers, and devout believers in the wisdomand justice of Him who sends disappointment, poverty, and sorrow to trythe love of human hearts and make success the sweeter when it comes. The world saw the prosperity, and kind souls rejoiced over the improvedfortunes of the family; but the success Jo valued most, the happinessthat nothing could change or take away, few knew much about. 

It was the power of making her mother's last years happy and serene; tosee the burden of care laid down for ever, the weary hands at rest, thedear face untroubled by any anxiety, and the tender heart free to pouritself out in the wise charity which was its delight. As a girl, Jo'sfavourite plan had been a room where Marmee could sit in peace and enjoyherself after her hard, heroic life. Now the dream had become a happyfact, and Marmee sat in her pleasant chamber with every comfort andluxury about her, loving daughters to wait on her as infirmitiesincreased, a faithful mate to lean upon, and grand-children to brightenthe twilight of life with their dutiful affection. A very precious timeto all, for she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes oftheir children. She had lived to reap the harvest she sowed; had seenprayers answered, hopes blossom, good gifts bear fruit, peace andprosperity bless the home she had made; and then, like some brave, patient angel, whose work was done, turned her face heavenward, glad torest. 

This was the sweet and sacred side of the change; but it had its drolland thorny one, as all things have in this curious world of ours. Afterthe first surprise, incredulity, and joy, which came to Jo, with theingratitude of human nature, she soon tired of renown, and began toresent her loss of liberty. For suddenly the admiring public tookpossession of her and all her affairs, past, present, and to come. Strangers demanded to look at her, question, advise, warn, congratulate, and drive her out of her wits by well-meant but very wearisomeattentions. If she declined to open her heart to them, they reproachedher; if she refused to endow her pet charities, relieve private wants, or sympathize with every ill and trial known to humanity, she was calledhard-hearted, selfish, and haughty; if she found it impossible to answerthe piles of letters sent her, she was neglectful of her duty tothe admiring public; and if she preferred the privacy of home to thepedestal upon which she was requested to pose, 'the airs of literarypeople' were freely criticized. 

She did her best for the children, they being the public for whom shewrote, and laboured stoutly to supply the demand always in the mouths ofvoracious youth--'More stories; more right away!' Her family objected tothis devotion at their expense, and her health suffered; but for a timeshe gratefully offered herself up on the altar of juvenile literature, feeling that she owed a good deal to the little friends in whose sightshe had found favour after twenty years of effort. 

But a time came when her patience gave out; and wearying of being alion, she became a bear in nature as in name, and returning to her den, growled awfully when ordered out. Her family enjoyed the fun, and hadsmall sympathy with her trials, but Jo came to consider it the worsescrape of her life; for liberty had always been her dearest possession, and it seemed to be fast going from her. Living in a lantern soon losesits charm, and she was too old, too tired, and too busy to like it. Shefelt that she had done all that could reasonably be required of her whenautographs, photographs, and autobiographical sketches had been sownbroadcast over the land; when artists had taken her home in all itsaspects, and reporters had taken her in the grim one she alwaysassumed on these trying occasions; when a series of enthusiasticboarding-schools had ravaged her grounds for trophies, and a steadystream of amiable pilgrims had worn her doorsteps with their respectfulfeet; when servants left after a week's trial of the bell that rang allday; when her husband was forced to guard her at meals, and the boysto cover her retreat out of back windows on certain occasions whenenterprising guests walked in unannounced at unfortunate moments. 

A sketch of one day may perhaps explain the state of things, offer someexcuse for the unhappy woman, and give a hint to the autograph-fiend nowrampant in the land; for it is a true tale. 

'There ought to be a law to protect unfortunate authors, ' said Mrs Joone morning soon after Emil's arrival, when the mail brought her anunusually large and varied assortment of letters. 'To me it is a morevital subject than international copyright; for time is money, peace ishealth, and I lose both with no return but less respect for my fellowcreatures and a wild desire to fly into the wilderness, since I cannotshut my doors even in free America. '

'Lion-hunters are awful when in search of their prey. If they couldchange places for a while it would do them good; and they'd see whatbores they were when they "do themselves the honour of calling toexpress their admiration of our charming work", ' quoted Ted, with a bowto his parent, now frowning over twelve requests for autographs. 

'I have made up my mind on one point, ' said Mrs Jo with great firmness. 'I will not answer this kind of letter. I've sent at least six to thisboy, and he probably sells them. This girl writes from a seminary, andif I send her one all the other girls will at once write for more. Allbegin by saying they know they intrude, and that I am of course annoyedby these requests; but they venture to ask because I like boys, or theylike the books, or it is only one. Emerson and Whittier put these thingsin the wastepaper-basket; and though only a literary nursery-maidwho provides moral pap for the young, I will follow their illustriousexample; for I shall have no time to eat or sleep if I try to satisfythese dear unreasonable children'; and Mrs Jo swept away the entirebatch with a sigh of relief. 

'I'll open the others and let you eat your breakfast in peace, liebeMutter, ' said Rob, who often acted as her secretary. 'Here's one fromthe South'; and breaking an imposing seal, he read:

'MADAM, As it has pleased Heaven to bless your efforts with a largefortune, I feel no hesitation in asking you to supply funds to purchasea new communion-service for our church. To whatever denomination youbelong, you will of course respond with liberality to such a request, 'Respectfully yours, 'MRS X. Y. ZAVIER'

'Send a civil refusal, dear. All I have to give must go to feed andclothe the poor at my gates. That is my thank-offering for success. Goon, ' answered his mother, with a grateful glance about her happy home. 

'A literary youth of eighteen proposes that you put your name to a novelhe has written; and after the first edition your name is to be taken offand his put on. There's a cool proposal for you. I guess you won't agreeto that, in spite of your soft-heartedness towards most of the youngscribblers. '

'Couldn't be done. Tell him so kindly, and don't let him send themanuscript. I have seven on hand now, and barely time to read my own, 'said Mrs Jo, pensively fishing a small letter out of the slop-bowl andopening it with care, because the down-hill address suggested that achild wrote it. 

'I will answer this myself. A little sick girl wants a book, and sheshall have it, but I can't write sequels to all the rest to please her. I should never come to an end if I tried to suit these voracious littleOliver Twists, clamouring for more. What next, Robin?'

'This is short and sweet. 

'DEAR MRS BHAER, I am now going to give you my opinion of your works. I have read them all many times, and call them first-rate. Please goahead. 

'Your admirer, 'BILLY BABCOCK'

'Now that is what I like. Billy is a man of sense and a critic worthhaving, since he had read my works many times before expressing hisopinion. He asks for no answer, so send my thanks and regards. '

'Here's a lady in England with seven girls, and she wishes to know yourviews upon education. Also what careers they shall follow the oldestbeing twelve. Don't wonder she's worried, ' laughed Rob. 

'I'll try to answer it. But as I have no girls, my opinion isn't worthmuch and will probably shock her, as I shall tell her to let them runand play and build up good, stout bodies before she talks about careers. They will soon show what they want, if they are let alone, and not allrun in the same mould. '

'Here's a fellow who wants to know what sort of a girl he shall marry, and if you know of any like those in your stories. '

'Give him Nan's address, and see what he'll get, ' proposed Ted, privately resolving to do it himself if possible. 

'This is from a lady who wants you to adopt her child and lend her moneyto study art abroad for a few years. Better take it, and try your handat a girl, mother. '

'No, thank you, I will keep to my own line of business. What is thatblotted one? It looks rather awful, to judge by the ink, ' asked Mrs Jo, who beguiled her daily task by trying to guess from the outside whatwas inside her many letters. This proved to be a poem from an insaneadmirer, to judge by its incoherent style. 

 'TO J. M. B. 

 'Oh, were I a heliotrope, I would play poet, And blow a breeze of fragrance To you; and none should know it. 

 'Your form like the stately elm When Phoebus gilds the morning ray; Your cheeks like the ocean bed That blooms a rose in May. 

 'Your words are wise and bright, I bequeath them to you a legacy given; And when your spirit takes its flight, May it bloom aflower in heaven. 

 'My tongue in flattering language spoke, And sweeter silence never broke in busiest street or loneliest glen. I take you with the flashes of my pen. 

 'Consider the lilies, how they grow; They toil not, yet are fair, Gems and flowers and Solomon's seal. The geranium of the world is J. M. Bhaer. 

 'JAMES'

While the boys shouted over this effusion--which is a true one--theirmother read several liberal offers from budding magazines for her toedit them gratis; one long letter from a young girl inconsolable becauseher favourite hero died, and 'would dear Mrs Bhaer rewrite the tale, andmake it end good?' another from an irate boy denied an autograph, whodarkly foretold financial ruin and loss of favour if she did notsend him and all other fellows who asked autographs, photographs, andauto-biographical sketches; a minister wished to know her religion;and an undecided maiden asked which of her two lovers she should marry. These samples will suffice to show a few of the claims made on a busywoman's time, and make my readers pardon Mrs Jo if she did not carefullyreply to all. 

'That job is done. Now I will dust a bit, and then go to my work. I'mall behind-hand, and serials can't wait; so deny me to everybody, Mary. I won't see Queen Victoria if she comes today. ' And Mrs Bhaer threw downher napkin as if defying all creation. 

'I hope the day will go well with thee, my dearest, ' answered herhusband, who had been busy with his own voluminous correspondence. 'Iwill dine at college with Professor Plock, who is to visit us today. TheJunglings can lunch on Parnassus; so thou shalt have a quiet time. ' Andsmoothing the worried lines out of her forehead with his good-bye kiss, the excellent man marched away, both pockets full of books, an oldumbrella in one hand, and a bag of stones for the geology class in theother. 

'If all literary women had such thoughtful angels for husbands, theywould live longer and write more. Perhaps that wouldn't be a blessing tothe world though, as most of us write too much now, ' said Mrs Jo, wavingher feather duster to her spouse, who responded with flourishes of theumbrella as he went down the avenue. 

Rob started for school at the same time, looking so much like him withhis books and bag and square shoulders and steady air that his motherlaughed as she turned away, saying heartily: 'Bless both my dearprofessors, for better creatures never lived!'

Emil was already gone to his ship in the city; but Ted lingered to stealthe address he wanted, ravage the sugar-bowl, and talk with 'Mum';for the two had great larks together. Mrs Jo always arranged her ownparlour, refilled her vases, and gave the little touches that left itcool and neat for the day. Going to draw down the curtain, she beheld anartist sketching on the lawn, and groaned as she hastily retired to theback window to shake her duster. 

At that moment the bell rang and the sound of wheels was heard in theroad. 

'I'll go; Mary lets 'em in'; and Ted smoothed his hair as he made forthe hall. 

'Can't see anyone. Give me a chance to fly upstairs, ' whispered Mrs Jo, preparing to escape. But before she could do so, a man appeared at thedoor with a card in his hand. Ted met him with a stern air, and hismother dodged behind the window-curtains to bide her time for escape. 

'I am doing a series of articles for the Saturday Tattler, and Icalled to see Mrs Bhaer the first of all, ' began the newcomer in theinsinuating tone of his tribe, while his quick eyes were taking in allthey could, experience having taught him to make the most of his time, as his visits were usually short ones. 

'Mrs Bhaer never sees reporters, sir. '

'But a few moments will be all I ask, ' said the man, edging his wayfarther in. 

'You can't see her, for she is out, ' replied Teddy, as a backward glanceshowed him that his unhappy parent had vanished--through the window, hesupposed, as she sometimes did when hard bestead. 

'Very sorry. I'll call again. Is this her study? Charming room!' And theintruder fell back on the parlour, bound to see something and bag a factif he died in the attempt. 'It is not, ' said Teddy, gently but firmlybacking him down the hall, devoutly hoping that his mother had escapedround the corner of the house. 

'If you could tell me Mrs Bhaer's age and birthplace, date of marriage, and number of children, I should be much obliged, ' continued theunabashed visitor as he tripped over the door-mat. 

'She is about sixty, born in Nova Zembla, married just forty years agotoday, and has eleven daughters. Anything else, sir?' And Ted's soberface was such a funny contrast to his ridiculous reply that the reporterowned himself routed, and retired laughing just as a lady followed bythree beaming girls came up the steps. 

'We are all the way from Oshkosh, and couldn't go home without seein'dear Aunt Jo. My girls just admire her works, and lot on gettin' asight of her. I know it's early; but we are goin' to see Holmes andLongfeller, and the rest of the celebrities, so we ran out here fustthing. Mrs Erastus Kingsbury Parmalee, of Oshkosh, tell her. We don'tmind waitin'; we can look round a spell if she ain't ready to see folksyet. '

All this was uttered with such rapidity that Ted could only standgazing at the buxom damsels, who fixed their six blue eyes upon him sobeseechingly that his native gallantry made it impossible to deny them acivil reply at least. 

'Mrs Bhaer is not visible today--out just now, I believe; but you cansee the house and grounds if you like, ' he murmured, falling back as thefour pressed in gazing rapturously about them. 

'Oh, thank you! Sweet, pretty place I'm sure! That's where she writes, ain't it? Do tell me if that's her picture! Looks just as I imaginedher!'

With these remarks the ladies paused before a fine engraving of the Hon. Mrs Norton, with a pen in her hand and a rapt expression of countenance, likewise a diadem and pearl necklace. 

Keeping his gravity with an effort, Teddy pointed to a very bad portraitof Mrs Jo, which hung behind the door, and afforded her much amusement, it was so dismal, in spite of a curious effect of light upon the end ofthe nose and cheeks as red as the chair she sat in. 

'This was taken for my mother; but it is not very good, ' he said, enjoying the struggles of the girls not to look dismayed at the saddifference between the real and the ideal. The youngest, aged twelve, could not conceal her disappointment, and turned away, feeling as somany of us have felt when we discover that our idols are very ordinarymen and women. 

'I thought she'd be about sixteen and have her hair braided in twotails down her back. I don't care about seeing her now, ' said the honestchild, walking off to the hall door, leaving her mother to apologize, and her sisters to declare that the bad portrait was 'perfectly lovely, so speaking and poetic, you know, 'specially about the brow'. 

'Come girls, we must be goin', if we want to get through today. Youcan leave your albums and have them sent when Mrs Bhaer has written asentiment in 'em. We are a thousand times obliged. Give our best loveto your ma, and tell her we are so sorry not to see her. ' Just asMrs. Erastus Kingsbury Parmalee uttered the words her eye fell upon amiddle-aged woman in a large checked apron, with a handkerchief tiedover her head, busily dusting an end room which looked like a study. 

'One peep at her sanctum since she is out, ' cried the enthusiastic lady, and swept across the hall with her flock before Teddy could warn hismother, whose retreat had been cut off by the artist in front, thereporter at the back of the house--for he hadn't gone and the ladies inthe hall. 

'They've got her!' thought Teddy, in comical dismay. 'No use for her toplay housemaid since they've seen the portrait. '

Mrs Jo did her best, and being a good actress, would have escaped if thefatal picture had not betrayed her. Mrs Parmalee paused at the desk, andregardless of the meerschaum that lay there, the man's slippers closeby, and a pile of letters directed to 'Prof. F. Bhaer', she clasped herhands, exclaiming impressively: 'Girls, this is the spot where she wrotethose sweet, those moral tales which have thrilled us to the soul! CouldI--ah, could I take one morsel of paper, an old pen, a postage stampeven, as a memento of this gifted woman?'

'Yes'm, help yourselves, ' replied the maid, moving away with a glance atthe boy, whose eyes were now full of merriment he could not suppress. 

The oldest girl saw it, guessed the truth, and a quick look at thewoman in the apron confirmed her suspicion. Touching her mother, shewhispered: 'Ma, it's Mrs Bhaer herself. I know it is. '

'No? yes? it is! Well, I do declare, how nice that is!' And hastilypursuing the unhappy woman, who was making for the door, Mrs Parmaleecried eagerly:

'Don't mind us! I know you're busy, but just let me take your hand andthen we'll go. '

Giving herself up for lost, Mrs Jo turned and presented her hand likea tea-tray, submitting to have it heartily shaken, as the matron said, with somewhat alarming hospitality:

'If ever you come to Oshkosh, your feet won't be allowed to touch thepavement; for you'll be borne in the arms of the populace, we shall beso dreadful glad to see you. '

Mentally resolving never to visit that effusive town, Jo respondedas cordially as she could; and having written her name in the albums, provided each visitor with a memento, and kissed them all round, they atlast departed, to call on 'Longfeller, Holmes, and the rest'--who wereall out, it is devoutly to be hoped. 

'You villain, why didn't you give me a chance to whip away? Oh, my dear, what fibs you told that man! I hope we shall be forgiven our sins inthis line, but I don't know what is to become of us if we don't dodge. So many against one isn't fair play. ' And Mrs Jo hung up her apron inthe hall closet, with a groan at the trials of her lot. 

'More people coming up the avenue! Better dodge while the coast isclear! I'll head them off!' cried Teddy, looking back from the steps, ashe was departing to school. 

Mrs Jo flew upstairs, and having locked her door, calmly viewed a youngladies' seminary camp on the lawn, and being denied the house, proceedto enjoy themselves by picking the flowers, doing up their hair, eating lunch, and freely expressing their opinion of the place and itspossessors before they went. 

A few hours of quiet followed, and she was just settling down to a longafternoon of hard work, when Rob came home to tell her that the YoungMen's Christian Union would visit the college, and two or three of thefellows whom she knew wanted to pay their respects to her on the way. 

'It is going to rain, so they won't come, I dare say; but father thoughtyou'd like to be ready, in case they do call. You always see the boys, you know, though you harden your heart to the poor girls, ' said Rob, whohad heard from his brother about the morning visitations. 

'Boys don't gush, so I can stand it. The last time I let in a party ofgirls one fell into my arms and said, "Darling, love me!" I wanted toshake her, ' answered Mrs Jo, wiping her pen with energy. 

'You may be sure the fellows won't do it, but they will want autographs, so you'd better be prepared with a few dozen, ' said Rob, laying out aquire of notepaper, being a hospitable youth and sympathizing with thosewho admired his mother. 

'They can't outdo the girls. At X College I really believe I wrotethree hundred during the day I was there, and I left a pile of cards andalbums on my table when I came away. It is one of the most absurd andtiresome manias that ever afflicted the world. '

Nevertheless Mrs Jo wrote her name a dozen times, put on her black silk, and resigned herself to the impending call, praying for rain, however, as she returned to her work. 

The shower came, and feeling quite secure, she rumpled up her hair, tookoff her cuffs, and hurried to finish her chapter; for thirty pages a daywas her task, and she liked to have it well done before evening. Josiehad brought some flowers for the vases, and was just putting the lasttouches when she saw several umbrellas bobbing down the hill. 

'They are coming, Aunty! I see uncle hurrying across the field toreceive them, ' she called at the stair-foot. 

'Keep an eye on them, and let me know when they enter the avenue. It will take but a minute to tidy up and run down, ' answered Mrs Jo, scribbling away for dear life, because serials wait for no man, not eventhe whole Christian Union en masse. 

'There are more than two or three. I see half a dozen at least, ' calledsister Ann from the hall door. 'No! a dozen, I do believe; Aunty, lookout; they are all coming! What shall we do?' And Josie quailed at theidea of facing the black throng rapidly approaching. 

'Mercy on us, there are hundreds! Run and put a tub in the back entryfor their umbrellas to drip into. Tell them to go down the hall andleave them, and pile their hats on the table; the tree won't hold themall. No use to get mats; my poor carpets!' And down went Mrs Jo toprepare for the invasion, while Josie and the maids flew about dismayedat the prospect of so many muddy boots. 

On they came, a long line of umbrellas, with splashed legs and flushedfaces underneath; for the gentlemen had been having a good time all overthe town, undisturbed by the rain. Professor Bhaer met them at the gate, and was making a little speech of welcome, when Mrs Jo, touched by theirbedraggled state, appeared at the door, beckoning them in. Leavingtheir host to orate bareheaded in the wet, the young men hastened up thesteps, merry, warm, and eager, clutching off their hats as they came, and struggling with their umbrellas, as the order was passed to march inand stack arms. 

Tramp, tramp, tramp, down the hall went seventy-five pairs of boots;soon seventy-five umbrellas dripped sociably in the hospitable tub, while their owners swarmed all over the lower part of the house; andseventy-five hearty hands were shaken by the hostess without a murmur, though some were wet, some very warm, and nearly all bore trophies ofthe day's ramble. One impetuous party flourished a small turtle as hemade his compliments; another had a load of sticks cut from notedspots; and all begged for some memento of Plumfield. A pile ofcards mysteriously appeared on the table, with a written request forautographs; and despite her morning vow, Mrs Jo wrote everyone, whileher husband and boys did the honours of the house. 

Josie fled to the back parlour, but was discovered by exploring youths, and mortally insulted by one of them, who innocently inquired if she wasMrs Bhaer. The reception did not last long, and the end was better thanthe beginning; for the rain ceased, and a rainbow shone beautifullyover them as the good fellows stood upon the lawn singing sweetly for afarewell. A happy omen, that bow of promise arched over the young heads, as if Heaven smiled upon their union, and showed them that above themuddy earth and rainy skies the blessed sun still shone for all. Threecheers, and then away they went, leaving a pleasant recollection oftheir visit to amuse the family as they scraped the mud off the carpetswith shovels and emptied the tub half-full of water. 

'Nice, honest, hard-working fellows, and I don't begrudge my half-hourat all; but I must finish, so don't let anyone disturb me tilltea-time, ' said Mrs Jo, leaving Mary to shut up the house; for papa andthe boys had gone off with the guests, and Josie had run home to tellher mother about the fun at Aunt Jo's. 

Peace reigned for an hour, then the bell rang and Mary came gigglingup to say: 'A queer kind of a lady wants to know if she can catch agrasshopper in the garden. '

'A what?' cried Mrs Jo, dropping her pen with a blot; for of all the oddrequests ever made, this was the oddest. 

'A grasshopper, ma'am. I said you was busy, and asked what she wanted, and says she: "I've got grasshoppers from the grounds of several famousfolks, and I want one from Plumfield to add to my collection. " Did youever?' And Mary giggled again at the idea. 

'Tell her to take all there are and welcome. I shall be glad to get ridof them; always bouncing in my face and getting in my dress, ' laughedMrs Jo. 

Mary retired, to return in a moment nearly speechless with merriment. 

'She's much obliged, ma'am, and she'd like an old gown or a pairof stockings of yours to put in a rug she's making. Got a vest ofEmerson's, she says, and a pair of Mr. Holmes's trousers, and a dress ofMrs Stowe's. She must be crazy!'

'Give her that old red shawl, then I shall make a gay show among thegreat ones in that astonishing rug. Yes, they are all lunatics, theselion-hunters; but this seems to be a harmless maniac, for she doesn'ttake my time, and gives me a good laugh, ' said Mrs Jo, returning to herwork after a glance from the window, which showed her a tall, thin ladyin rusty black, skipping wildly to and fro on the lawn in pursuit of thelively insect she wanted. 

No more interruptions till the light began to fade, then Mary popped herhead in to say a gentleman wished to see Mrs Bhaer, and wouldn't take nofor an answer. 

'He must. I shall not go down. This has been an awful day, and I won'tbe disturbed again, ' replied the harassed authoress, pausing in themidst of the grand finale of her chapter. 

'I told him so, ma'am; but he walked right in as bold as brass. I guesshe's another crazy one, and I declare I'm 'most afraid of him, he'sso big and black, and cool as cucumbers, though I will say he'sgood-looking, ' added Mary, with a simper; for the stranger had evidentlyfound favour in her sight despite his boldness. 

'My day has been ruined, and I will have this last half-hour to finish. Tell him to go away; I won't go down, ' cried Mrs Jo, fiercely. 

Mary went; and listening, in spite of herself, her mistress heard firsta murmur of voices, then a cry from Mary, and remembering the ways ofreporters, also that her maid was both pretty and timid, Mrs Bhaer flungdown her pen and went to the rescue. Descending with her most majesticair she demanded in an awe-inspiring voice, as she paused to survey thesomewhat brigandish intruder, who seemed to be storming the staircasewhich Mary was gallantly defending:

'Who is this person who insists on remaining when I have declined to seehim?'

'I'm sure I don't know, ma'am. He won't give no name, and says you'llbe sorry if you don't see him, ' answered Mary, retiring flushed andindignant from her post. 

'Won't you be sorry?' asked the stranger, looking up with a pair ofblack eyes full of laughter, the flash of white teeth through a longbeard, and both hands out as he boldly approached the irate lady. 

Mrs Jo gave one keen look, for the voice was familiar; then completedMary's bewilderment by throwing both arms round the brigand's neck, exclaiming joyfully: 'My dearest boy, where did you come from?'

'California, on purpose to see you, Mother Bhaer. Now won't you be sorryif I go away?' answered Dan, with a hearty kiss. 

'To think of my ordering you out of the house when I've been longing tosee you for a year, ' laughed Mrs Jo, and she went down to have a goodtalk with her returned wanderer, who enjoyed the joke immensely. 

Chapter 4. DAN

Mrs Jo often thought that Dan had Indian blood in him, not only becauseof his love of a wild, wandering life, but his appearance; for as hegrew up, this became more striking. At twenty-five he was very tall, with sinewy limbs, a keen, dark face, and the alert look of one whosesenses were all alive; rough in manner, full of energy, quick with wordand blow, eyes full of the old fire, always watchful as if used to keepguard, and a general air of vigour and freshness very charming tothose who knew the dangers and delights of his adventurous life. He waslooking his best as he sat talking with 'Mother Bhaer', one strong brownhand in hers, and a world of affection in his voice as he said:

'Forget old friends! How could I forget the only home I ever knew? Why, I was in such a hurry to come and tell my good luck that I didn't stopto fix up, you see; though I knew you'd think I looked more like a wildbuffalo than ever, ' with a shake of his shaggy black head, a tug at hisbeard, and a laugh that made the room ring. 

'I like it; I always had a fancy for banditti--and you look just likeone. Mary, being a newcomer, was frightened at your looks and manners. Josie won't know you, but Ted will recognize his Danny in spite of thebig beard and flowing mane. They will all be here soon to welcome you;so before they come tell me more about yourself. Why, Dan, dear! it'snearly two years since you were here! Has it gone well with you?' askedMrs Jo, who had been listening with maternal interest to his account oflife in California, and the unexpected success of a small investment hehad made. 

'First-rate! I don't care for the money, you know. I only want a trifleto pay my way--rather earn as I go, and not be bothered with the care ofa lot. It's the fun of the thing coming to me, and my being able to giveaway, that I like. No use to lay up; I shan't live to be old and needit, --my sort never do, ' said Dan, looking as if his little fortunerather oppressed him. 

'But if you marry and settle somewhere, as I hope you will, you musthave something to begin with, my son. So be prudent and invest yourmoney; don't give it away, for rainy days come to all of us, anddependence would be very hard for you to bear, ' answered Mrs Jo with asage air, though she liked to see that the money-making fever had notseized her lucky boy yet. 

Dan shook his head, and glanced about the room as if he already found itrather confined and longed for all out-of-doors again. 

'Who would marry a jack-o'-lantern like me? Women like a steady-goingman; I shall never be that. '

'My dear boy, when I was a girl I liked just such adventurous fellowsas you are. Anything fresh and daring, free and romantic, is alwaysattractive to us womenfolk. Don't be discouraged; you'll find an anchorsome day, and be content to take shorter voyages and bring home a goodcargo. '

'What should you say if I brought you an Indian squaw some day?' askedDan, with a glimmer of mischief in the eyes that rested on a marble bustof Galatea gleaming white and lovely in the corner. 

'Welcome her heartily, if she was a good one. Is there a prospect ofit?' and Mrs Jo peered at him with the interest which even literaryladies take in love affairs. 

'Not at present, thank you. I'm too busy "to gallivant", as Ted callsit. How is the boy?' asked Dan, skilfully turning the conversation, asif he had had enough of sentiment. 

Mrs Jo was off at once, and expatiated upon the talents and virtuesof her sons till they came bursting in and fell upon Dan like twoaffectionate young bears, finding a vent for their joyful emotions in asort of friendly wrestling-match; in which both got worsted, of course, for the hunter soon settled them. The Professor followed, and tongueswent like mill-clappers while Mary lighted up and cook devoted herselfto an unusually good supper, instinctively divining that this guest wasa welcome one. 

After tea Dan was walking up and down the long rooms as he talked, withoccasional trips into the hall for a fresher breath of air, his lungsseeming to need more than those of civilized people. In one of thesetrips he saw a white figure framed in the dark doorway, and paused tolook at it. Bess paused also, not recognizing her old friend, and quiteunconscious of the pretty picture she made standing, tall and slender, against the soft gloom of the summer night, with her golden hair like ahalo round her head, and the ends of a white shawl blown out like wingsby the cool wind sweeping through the hail. 'Is it Dan?' she asked, coming in with a gracious smile and outstretched hand. 

'Looks like it; but I didn't know you, Princess. I thought it was aspirit, ' answered Dan, looking down at her with a curious softness andwonder in his face. 

'I've grown very much, but two years have changed you entirely'; andBess looked up with girlish pleasure at the picturesque figure beforeher--for it was a decided contrast to the well-dressed people about her. 

Before they could say more, Josie rushed in, and, forgetfull of thenewly acquired dignity of her teens, let Dan catch her up and kiss herlike a child. Not till he set her down did he discover she also waschanged, and exclaimed in comic dismay:

'Hallo! Why, you are growing up too! What am I going to do, with noyoung one to play with? Here's Ted going it like a beanstalk, and Bess ayoung lady, and even you, my mustard-seed, letting down your frocks andputting on airs. '

The girls laughed, and Josie blushed as she stared at the tall man, conscious that she had leaped before she looked. They made a prettycontrast, these two young cousins--one as fair as a lily, the othera little wild rose. And Dan gave a nod of satisfaction as he surveyedthem; for he had seen many bonny girls in his travels, and was glad thatthese old friends were blooming so beautifully. 

'Here! we can't allow any monopoly of Dan!' called Mrs Jo. 'Bring himback and keep an eye on him, or he will be slipping off for anotherlittle run of a year or two before we have half seen him. '

Led by these agreeable captors, Dan returned to the parlour to receive ascolding from Josie for getting ahead of all the other boys and lookinglike a man first. 

'Emil is older; but he's only a boy, and dances jigs and sings sailorsongs just as he used to. You look about thirty, and as big and blackas a villain in a play. Oh, I've got a splendid idea! You are just thething for Arbaces in The Last Days of Pompeii. We want to act it; havethe lion and the gladiators and the eruption. Tom and Ted are going toshower bushels of ashes down and roll barrels of stones about. We wanteda dark man for the Egyptian; and you will be gorgeous in red and whiteshawls. Won't he, Aunt Jo?'

This deluge of words made Dan clap his hands over his ears; and beforeMrs Bhaer could answer her impetuous niece the Laurences, with Meg andher family, arrived, soon followed by Tom and Nan, and all sat down tolisten to Dan's adventures--told in brief yet effective manner, as thevarying expressions of interest, wonder, merriment, and suspense paintedon the circle of faces round him plainly showed. The boys all wanted tostart at once for California and make fortunes; the girls could hardlywait for the curious and pretty things he had picked up for them in histravels; while the elders rejoiced heartily over the energy and goodprospects of their wild boy. 

'Of course you will want to go back for another stroke of luck; and Ihope you will have it. But speculation is a dangerous game, and you maylose all you've won, ' said Mr Laurie, who had enjoyed the stirring taleas much as any of the boys, and would have liked to rough it with Dan aswell as they. 

'I've had enough of it, for a while at least; too much like gambling. The excitement is all I care for, and it isn't good for me. I have anotion to try farming out West. It's grand on a large scale; and I feelas if steady work would be rather jolly after loafing round so long. Ican make a beginning, and you can send me your black sheep to stock myplace with. I tried sheep-farming in Australia, and know something aboutblack ones, any way. '

A laugh chased away the sober look in Dan's face as he ended; and thosewho knew him best guessed that he had learned a lesson there in SanFrancisco, and dared not try again. 

'That is a capital idea, Dan!' cried Mrs Jo, seeing great hope in thisdesire to fix himself somewhere and help others. 'We shall know whereyou are, and can go and see you, and not have half the world between us. I'll send my Ted for a visit. He's such a restless spirit, it woulddo him good. With you he would be safe while he worked off his surplusenergies and learned a wholesome business. '

'I'll use the "shubble and de hoe" like a good one, if I get a chanceout there; but the Speranza mines sound rather jollier, ' said Ted, examining the samples of ore Dan had brought for the Professor. 

'You go and start a new town, and when we are ready to swarm we willcome out and settle there. You will want a newspaper very soon, and Ilike the idea of running one myself much better than grinding away asI do now, ' observed Demi, panting to distinguish himself in thejournalistic line. 

'We could easily plant a new college there. These sturdy Westerners arehungry for learning, and very quick to see and choose the best, ' addedever-young Mr March, beholding with his prophetic eye many duplicates oftheir own flourishing establishment springing up in the wide West. 

'Go on, Dan. It is a fine plan, and we will back you up. I shouldn'tmind investing in a few prairies and cowboys myself, ' said Mr Laurie, always ready to help the lads to help themselves, both by his cheerywords and ever-open purse. 

'A little money sort of ballasts a fellow, and investing it in landanchors him--for a while, at least. I'd like to see what I can do, butI thought I'd consult you before I decided. Have my doubts about itsuiting me for many years; but I can cut loose when I'm tired, ' answeredDan, both touched and pleased at the eager interest of these friends inhis plans. 

'I know you won't like it. After having the whole world to roam over, one farm will seem dreadfully small and stupid, ' said Josie, who muchpreferred the romance of the wandering life which brought her thrillingtales and pretty things at each return. 

'Is there any art out there?' asked Bess, thinking what a good study inblack and white Dan would make as he stood talking, half turned from thelight. 

'Plenty of nature, dear; and that is better. You will find splendidanimals to model, and scenery such as you never saw in Europe to paint. Even prosaic pumpkins are grand out there. You can play Cinderella inone of them, Josie, when you open your theatre in Dansville, ' said MrLaurie, anxious that no cold water should be thrown on the new plan. 

Stage-struck Josie was caught at once, and being promised all the tragicparts on the yet unbuilt stage, she felt a deep interest in the projectand begged Dan to lose no time in beginning his experiment. Bess alsoconfessed that studies from nature would be good for her, and wildscenery improve her taste, which might grow over-nice if only thedelicate and beautiful were set before her. 

'I speak for the practice of the new town, ' said Nan, always eagerfor fresh enterprises. 'I shall be ready by the time you get wellstarted--towns grow so fast out there. '

'Dan isn't going to allow any woman under forty in his place. He doesn'tlike them, 'specially young and pretty ones, ' put in Tom, who was ragingwith jealousy, because he read admiration for Nan in Dan's eyes. 

'That won't affect me, because doctors are exceptions to all rules. There won't be much sickness in Dansville, everyone will lead suchactive, wholesome lives, and only energetic young people will go there. But accidents will be frequent, owing to wild cattle, fast riding, Indian scrimmages, and the recklessness of Western life. That will justsuit me. I long for broken bones, surgery is so interesting and I get solittle here, ' answered Nan, yearning to put out her shingle and begin. 

'I'll have you, Doctor, and be glad of such a good sample of what we cando in the East. Peg away, and I'll send for you as soon as I have a roofto cover you. I'll scalp a few red fellows or smash up a dozen or so ofcowboys for your special benefit, ' laughed Dan, well pleased with theenergy and fine physique which made Nan a conspicuous figure among othergirls. 

'Thanks. I'll come. Would you just let me feel your arm? Splendidbiceps! Now, boys, see here: this is what I call muscle. ' And Nandelivered a short lecture with Dan's sinewy arm to illustrate it. Tomretired to the alcove and glowered at the stars, while he swung his ownright arm with a vigour suggestive of knocking someone down. 

'Make Tom sexton; he'll enjoy burying the patients Nan kills. He'strying to get up the glum expression proper to the business. Don'tforget him, Dan, ' said Ted, directing attention to the blighted being inthe corner. 

But Tom never sulked long, and came out from his brief eclipse with thecheerful proposition:

'Look here, we'll get the city to ship out to Dansville all the cases ofyellow fever, smallpox, and cholera that arrive; then Nan will be happyand her mistakes won't matter much with emigrants and convicts. '

'I should advise settling near Jacksonville, or some such city, that youmight enjoy the society of cultivated persons. The Plato Club is there, and a most ardent thirst for philosophy. Everything from the East iswelcomed hospitably, and new enterprises would flourish in such kindlysoil, ' observed Mr March, mildly offering a suggestion, as he sat amongthe elders enjoying the lively scene. 

The idea of Dan studying Plato was very funny; but no one except naughtyTed smiled, and Dan made haste to unfold another plan seething in thatactive brain of his. 

'I'm not sure the farming will succeed, and have a strong leaningtowards my old friends the Montana Indians. They are a peaceful tribe, and need help awfully; hundreds have died of starvation because theydon't get their share. The Sioux are fighters, thirty thousand strong, so Government fears 'em, and gives 'em all they want. I call that adamned shame!' Dan stopped short as the oath slipped out, but his eyesflashed, and he went on quickly: 'It is just that, and I won't begpardon. If I'd had any money when I was there I'd have given every centto those poor devils, cheated out of everything, and waiting patiently, after being driven from their own land to places where nothing willgrow. Now, honest agents could do much, and I've a feeling that I oughtto go and lend a hand. I know their lingo, and I like 'em. I've got afew thousands, and I ain't sure I have any right to spend it on myselfand settle down to enjoy it. Hey?'

Dan looked very manly and earnest as he faced his friends, flushed andexcited by the energy of his words; and all felt that little thrill ofsympathy which links hearts together by the tie of pity for the wronged. 

'Do it, do it!' cried Mrs Jo, fired at once; for misfortune was muchmore interesting to her than good luck. 

'Do it, do it!' echoed Ted, applauding as if at a play, 'and take mealong to help. I'm just raging to get among those fine fellows andhunt. '

'Let us hear more and see if it is wise, ' said Mr Laurie, privatelyresolving to people his as yet unbought prairies with Montana Indians, and increase his donations to the society that sent missionaries to thismuch wronged people. 

Dan plunged at once into the history of what he saw among the Dakotas, and other tribes in the Northwest, telling of their wrongs, patience, and courage as if they were his brothers. 

'They called me Dan Fire Cloud, because my rifle was the best they eversaw. And Black Hawk was as good a friend as a fellow would want; savedmy life more than once, and taught me just what will be useful if I goback. They are down on their luck, now, and I'd like to pay my debts. '

By this time everyone was interested, and Dansville began to lose itscharm. But prudent Mr Bhaer suggested that one honest agent among manycould not do much, and noble as the effort would be, it was wiser tothink over the matter carefully, get influence and authority from theright quarters, and meantime look at lands before deciding. 

'Well, I will. I'm going to take a run to Kansas and see how thatpromises. Met a fellow in 'Frisco who'd been there, and he spoke wellof it. The fact is, there's so much to be done every where that I don'tknow where to catch on, and half wish I hadn't any money, ' answered Dan, knitting his brows in the perplexity all kind souls feel when anxious tohelp at the great task of the world's charity. 

'I'll keep it for you till you decide. You are such an impetuous ladyou'll give it to the first beggar that gets hold of you. I'll turn itover while you are prospecting, and hand it back when you are ready toinvest, shall I?' asked Mr Laurie, who had learned wisdom since the daysof his own extravagant youth. 

'Thanky, sir, I'd be glad to get rid of it. You just hold on till I saythe word; and if anything happens to me this time, keep it to help someother scamp as you helped me. This is my will, and you all witness it. Now I feel better. ' And Dan squared his shoulders as if relieved ofa burden, after handing over the belt in which he carried his littlefortune. 

No one dreamed how much was to happen before Dan came to take his moneyback, nor how nearly that act was his last will and testament; and whileMr Laurie was explaining how he would invest it, a cheery voice washeard singing:

 'Oh, Peggy was a jolly lass, Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho! She never grudged her Jack a glass, Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho! And when he sailed the raging main, She faithful was unto her swain, Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho!'

Emil always announced his arrival in that fashion, and in a moment hecame hurrying in with Nat, who had been giving lessons in town all day. It was good to see the latter beam at his friend as he nearly shook hishand off; better still to see how Dan gratefully remembered all he owedNat, and tried to pay the debt in his rough way; and best of all tohear the two travellers compare notes and reel off yarns to dazzle theland-lubbers and home-keepers. 

After this addition the house would not contain the gay youngsters, sothey migrated to the piazza and settled on the steps, like a flock ofnight-loving birds. Mr March and the Professor retired to the study, Megand Amy went to look after the little refection of fruit and cake whichwas to come, and Mrs Jo and Mr Laurie sat in the long window listeningto the chat that went on outside. 

'There they are, the flower of our flock!' she said, pointing to thegroup before them. 'The others are dead or scattered, but these sevenboys and four girls are my especial comfort and pride. Counting AliceHeath, my dozen is made up, and my hands are full trying to guide theseyoung lives as far as human skill can do it. '

'When we remember how different they are, from what some of them came, and the home influences about others, I think we may feel pretty wellsatisfied so far, ' answered Mr Laurie soberly, as his eyes rested onone bright head among the black and brown ones, for the young moon shonealike on all. 

'I don't worry about the girls; Meg sees to them, and is so wise andpatient and tender they can't help doing well; but my boys are more careevery year, and seem to drift farther away from me each time they go, 'sighed Mrs Jo. 'They will grow up, and I can only hold them by onelittle thread, which may snap at any time, as it has with Jack and Ned. Dolly and George still like to come back, and I can say my word to them;and dear old Franz is too true ever to forget his own. But the threewho are soon going out into the world again I can't help worrying about. Emil's good heart will keep him straight, I hope, and

 '"A sweet little cherub sits up aloft, To look out for the life of poor Jack. "'

Nat is to make his first flight, and he's weak in spite of yourstrengthening influence; and Dan is still untamed. I fear it will takesome hard lesson to do that. '

'He's a fine fellow, Jo, and I almost regret this farming project. Alittle polish would make a gentleman of him, and who knows what he mightbecome here among us, ' answered Mr Laurie, leaning over Mrs Bhaer'schair, just as he used to do years ago when they had mischievous secretstogether. 

'It wouldn't be safe, Teddy. Work and the free life he loves will make agood man of him, and that is better than any amount of polish, withthe dangers an easy life in a city would bring him. We can't change hisnature--only help it to develop in the right direction. The old impulsesare there, and must be controlled, or he will go wrong. I see that; buthis love for us is a safeguard, and we must keep a hold on him till heis older or has a stronger tie to help him. '

Mrs Jo spoke earnestly, for, knowing Dan better than anyone else, shesaw that her colt was not thoroughly broken yet, and feared while shehoped, knowing that life would always be hard for one like him. She wassure that before he went away again, in some quiet moment he would giveher a glimpse of his inner self, and then she could say the word ofwarning or encouragement that he needed. So she bided her time, studyinghim meanwhile, glad to see all that was promising, and quick to detectthe harm the world was doing him. She was very anxious to make a successof her 'firebrand' because others predicted failure; but having learnedthat people cannot be moulded like clay, she contented herself with thehope that this neglected boy might become a good man, and asked no more. Even that was much to expect, so full was he of wayward impulses, strongpassions, and the lawless nature born in him. Nothing held him butthe one affection of his life--the memory of Plumfield, the fearof disappointing these faithful friends, the pride, stronger thanprinciple, that made him want to keep the regard of the mates who alwayshad admired and loved him in spite of all his faults. 

'Don't fret, old dear; Emil is one of the happy-go-lucky sort who alwaysfall on their legs. I'll see to Nat, and Dan is in a good way now. Lethim take a look at Kansas, and if the farm plan loses its charm, hecan fall back on poor Lo, and really do good out there. He's unusuallyfitted for that peculiar task and I hope he'll decide to do it. Fightingoppressors, and befriending the oppressed will keep those dangerousenergies of his busy, and the life will suit him better than sheep-foldsand wheat-fields. '

'I hope so. What is that?' and Mrs Jo leaned forward to listen, asexclamations from Ted and Josie caught her ear. 

'A mustang! a real, live one; and we can ride it. Dan, you are afirst-class trump!' cried the boy. 

'A whole Indian dress for me! Now I can play Namioka, if the boys actMetamora, ' added Josie, clapping her hands. 

'A buffalo's head for Bess! Good gracious, Dan, why did you bring such ahorrid thing as that to her?' asked Nan. 

'Thought it would do her good to model something strong and natural. She'll never amount to anything if she keeps on making namby-pamby godsand pet kittens, ' answered irreverent Dan, remembering that when he waslast here Bess was vibrating distractedly between a head of Apollo andher Persian cat as models. 

'Thank you; I'll try it, and if I fail we can put the buffalo up in thehall to remind us of you, ' said Bess, indignant at the insult offeredthe gods of her idolatry, but too well bred to show it except in hervoice, which was as sweet and as cold as ice-cream. 

'I suppose you won't come out to see our new settlement when the restdo? Too rough for you?' asked Dan, trying to assume the deferential airall the boys used when addressing their Princess. 

'I am going to Rome to study for years. All the beauty and art of theworld is there, and a lifetime isn't long enough to enjoy it, ' answeredBess. 

'Rome is a mouldy old tomb compared to the "Garden of the gods" and mymagnificent Rockies. I don't care a hang for art; nature is as much as Ican stand, and I guess I could show you things that would knock your oldmasters higher than kites. Better come, and while Josie rides the horsesyou can model 'em. If a drove of a hundred or so of wild ones can't showyou beauty, I'll give up, ' cried Dan, waxing enthusiastic over the wildgrace and vigour which he could enjoy but had no power to describe. 

'I'll come some day with papa, and see if they are better than thehorses of St Mark and those on Capitol Hill. Please don't abuse my gods, and I will try to like yours, ' said Bess, beginning to think the Westmight be worth seeing, though no Raphael or Angelo had yet appearedthere. 

'That's a bargain! I do think people ought to see their own countrybefore they go scooting off to foreign parts, as if the new world wasn'tworth discovering, ' began Dan, ready to bury the hatchet. 

'It has some advantages, but not all. The women of England can vote, and we can't. I'm ashamed of America that she isn't ahead in all goodthings, ' cried Nan, who held advanced views on all reforms, and wasanxious about her rights, having had to fight for some of them. 

'Oh, please don't begin on that. People always quarrel over thatquestion, and call names, and never agree. Do let us be quiet and happytonight, ' pleaded Daisy, who hated discussion as much as Nan loved it. 

'You shall vote as much as you like in our new town, Nan; be mayor andaldermen, and run the whole concern. It's going to be as free as air, or I can't live in it, ' said Dan, adding, with a laugh, 'I see MrsGiddygaddy and Mrs Shakespeare Smith don't agree any better than theyused to. '

'If everyone agreed, we should never get on. Daisy is a dear, butinclined to be an old fogy; so I stir her up; and next fall she will goand vote with me. Demi will escort us to do the one thing we are allowedto do as yet. '

'Will you take 'em, Deacon?' asked Dan, using the old name as if heliked it. 'It works capitally in Wyoming. '

'I shall be proud to do it. Mother and the aunts go every year, andDaisy will come with me. She is my better half still; and I don't meanto leave her behind in anything, ' said Demi, with an arm round hissister of whom he was fonder than ever. 

Dan looked at them wistfully, thinking how sweet it must be to have sucha tie; and his lonely youth seemed sadder than ever as he recalled itsstruggles. A gusty sigh from Tom made sentiment impossible, as he saidpensively:

'I always wanted to be a twin. It's so sociable and so cosy to havesomeone glad to lean on a fellow and comfort him, if other girls arecruel. '

As Tom's unrequited passion was the standing joke of the family, thisallusion produced a laugh, which Nan increased by whipping out a bottleof Nux, saying, with her professional air:

'I knew you ate too much lobster for tea. Take four pellets, and yourdyspepsia will be all right. Tom always sighs and is silly when he'sovereaten. '

'I'll take 'em. These are the only sweet things you ever give me. ' AndTom gloomily crunched his dose. 

'"Who can minister to a mind diseased, or pluck out a rooted sorrow?"quoted Josie tragically from her perch on the railing. 

'Come with me, Tommy, and I'll make a man of you. Drop your pills andpowders, and cavort round the world a spell, and you'll soon forgetyou've got a heart, or a stomach either, ' said Dan, offering his onepanacea for all ills. 

'Ship with me, Tom. A good fit of seasickness will set you up, anda stiff north-easter blow your blue-devils away. Come along assurgeon--easy berth, and no end of larks. '

 '"And if your Nancy frowns, my lad, And scorns a jacket blue, Just hoist your sails for other ports, And find a maid more true. "'

added Emil, who had a fragment of song to cheer every care and sorrow, and freely offered them to his friends. 

'Perhaps I'll think of it when I've got my diploma. I'm not going togrind three mortal years and have nothing to show for it. Till then, --'

'I'll never desert Mrs Micawber, ' interrupted Teddy, with a gurglingsob. Tom immediately rolled him off the step into the wet grass below;and by the time this slight skirmish was over, the jingle of teaspoonssuggested refreshments of a more agreeable sort. In former times thelittle girls waited on the boys, to save confusion; now the young menflew to serve the ladies, young and old; and that slight fact showedplainly how the tables were turned by time. And what a pleasantarrangement it was! Even Josie sat still, and let Emil bring herberries; enjoying her young lady-hood, till Ted stole her cake, when sheforgot manners, and chastised him with a rap on the knuckles. As guestof honour, Dan was only allowed to wait on Bess, who still held thehighest place in this small world. Tom carefully selected the best ofeverything for Nan, to be crushed by the remark:

'I never eat at this hour; and you will have a nightmare if you do. '

So, dutifully curbing the pangs of hunger, he gave the plate to Daisy, and chewed rose-leaves for his supper. 

When a surprising quantity of wholesome nourishment had been consumed, someone said, 'Let's sing!' and a tuneful hour followed. Nat fiddled, Demi piped, Dan strummed the old banjo, and Emil warbled a dolefulballad about the wreck of the Bounding Betsey; then everybody joinedin the old songs till there was very decidedly 'music in the air'; andpassers-by said, as they listened smiling: 'Old Plum is gay tonight!'

When all had gone Dan lingered on the piazza, enjoying the balmy windthat blew up from the hayfields, and brought the breath of flowers fromParnassus; and as he leaned there romantically in the moonlight, Mrs Jocame to shut the door. 

'Dreaming dreams, Dan?' she asked, thinking the tender moment might havecome. Imagine the shock when, instead of some interesting confidence oraffectionate word, Dan swung round, saying bluntly:

'I was wishing I could smoke. '

Mrs Jo laughed at the downfall of her hopes, and answered kindly:

'You may, in your room; but don't set the house afire. '

Perhaps Dan saw a little disappointment in her face, or the memory ofthe sequel of that boyish frolic touched his heart; for he stooped andkissed her, saying in a whisper: 'Good night, mother. ' And Mrs Jo washalf satisfied. 

Chapter 5. VACATION

Everyone was glad of a holiday next morning, and all lingered over thebreakfast-table, till Mrs Jo suddenly exclaimed:

'Why, there's a dog!' And on the threshold of the door appeared a greatdeer-hound, standing motionless, with his eyes fixed on Dan. 

'Hallo, old boy! Couldn't you wait till I came for you? Have you cutaway on the sly? Own up now, and take your whipping like a man, ' saidDan, rising to meet the dog, who reared on his hind legs to look hismaster in the face and bark as if uttering an indignant denial of anydisobedience. 

'All right; Don never lies. ' And Dan gave the tall beast a hug, addingas he glanced out of the window, where a man and horse were seenapproaching:

'I left my plunder at the hotel over night, not knowing how I shouldfind you. Come out and see Octoo, my mustang; she's a beauty. ' And Danwas off, with the family streaming after him, to welcome the newcomer. 

They found her preparing to go up the steps in her eagerness to reachher master, to the great dismay of the man, who was holding her back. 

'Let her come, ' called Dan; 'she climbs like a cat and jumps like adeer. Well, my girl, do you want a gallop?' he asked, as the prettycreature clattered up to him and whinnied with pleasure as he rubbed hernose and slapped her glossy flank. 

'That's what I call a horse worth having, ' said Ted, full of admirationand delight; for he was to have the care of her during Dan's absence. 

'What intelligent eyes! She looks as if she would speak, ' said Mrs Jo. 

'She talks like a human in her way. Very little that she don't know. Hey, old Lass?' and Dan laid his cheek to hers as if the little blackmare was very dear to him. 

'What does "Octoo" mean?' asked Rob. 

'Lightning; she deserves it, as you'll see. Black Hawk gave her to mefor my rifle, and we've had high times together out yonder. She's savedmy life more than once. Do you see that scar?'

Dan pointed to a small one, half hidden by the long mane; and standingwith his arm about Octoo's neck, he told the story of it. 

'Black Hawk and I were after buffalo one time, but didn't find 'em assoon as we expected; so our food gave out, and there we were a hundredmiles from Red Deer River, where our camp was. I thought we were donefor, but my brave pal says: "Now I'll show you how we can live tillwe find the herds. " We were unsaddling for the night by a little pond;there wasn't a living creature in sight anywhere, not even a bird, andwe could see for miles over the prairies. What do you think we did?' AndDan looked into the faces round him. 

'Ate worms like the Australian fellows, ' said Rob. 'Boiled grass orleaves, ' added Mrs Jo. 

'Perhaps filled the stomach with clay, as we read of savages doing?'suggested Mr Bhaer. 

'Killed one of the horses, ' cried Ted, eager for bloodshed of some sort. 

'No; but we bled one of them. See, just here; filled a tin cup, put somewild sage leaves in it, with water, and heated it over a fire of sticks. It was good, and we slept well. '

'I guess Octoo didn't. ' And Josie patted the animal, with a face full ofsympathy. 

'Never minded it a bit. Black Hawk said we could live on the horsesseveral days and still travel before they felt it. But by anothermorning we found the buffalo, and I shot the one whose head is in mybox, ready to hang up and scare brats into fits. He's a fierce oldfellow, you bet. '

'What is this strap for?' asked Ted, who was busily examining the Indiansaddle, the single rein and snaffle, with lariat, and round the neck theleather band he spoke of. 

'We hold on to that when we lie along the horse's flank farthest fromthe enemy, and fire under the neck as we gallop round and round. I'llshow you. ' And springing into the saddle, Dan was off down the steps, tearing over the lawn at a great pace, sometimes on Octoo's back, sometimes half hidden as he hung by stirrup and strap, and sometimesoff altogether, running beside her as she loped along, enjoying thefun immensely; while Don raced after, in a canine rapture at being freeagain and with his mates. 

It was a fine sight--the three wild things at play, so full of vigour, grace, and freedom, that for the moment the smooth lawn seemed aprairie; and the spectators felt as if this glimpse of another life madetheir own seem rather tame and colourless. 

'This is better than a circus!' cried Mrs Jo, wishing she were a girlagain, that she might take a gallop on this chained lightning of ahorse. 'I foresee that Nan will have her hands full setting bones, forTed will break every one of his trying to rival Dan. '

'A few falls will not harm, and this new care and pleasure will be goodfor him in all ways. But I fear Dan will never follow a plough afterriding a Pegasus like that, ' answered Mr Bhaer, as the black mare leapedthe gate and came flying up the avenue, to stop at a word and standquivering with excitement, while Dan swung himself off and looked up forapplause. 

He received plenty of it, and seemed more pleased for his pet's sakethan for his own. Ted clamoured for a lesson at once, and was soon atease in the queer saddle, finding Octoo gentle as a lamb, as he trottedaway to show off at college. Bess came hastening down the hill, havingseen the race from afar; and all collected on the piazza while Dan'yanked' the cover off the big box the express had 'dumped' before thedoor--to borrow his own words. 

Dan usually travelled in light marching order, and hated to have moreluggage than he could carry in his well-worn valise. But now that he hada little money of his own, he had cumbered himself with a collection oftrophies won by his bow and spear, and brought them home to bestow uponhis friends. 

'We shall be devoured with moths, ' thought Mrs Jo, as the shaggy headappeared, followed by a wolf-skin rug for her feet, a bear-skin dittofor the Professor's study, and Indian garments bedecked with foxes'tails for the boys. 

All nice and warm for a July day, but received with delightnevertheless. Ted and Josie immediately 'dressed up', learned thewar-whoop, and proceeded to astonish their friends by a series ofskirmishes about the house and grounds, with tomahawks and bows andarrows, till weariness produced a lull. 

Gay birds' wings, plumy pampas grass, strings of wampum, and pretty workin beads, bark, and feathers, pleased the girls. Minerals, arrow-heads, and crude sketches interested the Professor; and when the box was empty, Dan gave Mr Laurie, as his gift, several plaintive Indian songs writtenon birch-bark. 

'We only want a tent over us to be quite perfect. I feel as if I oughtto give you parched corn and dried meat for dinner, my braves. Nobodywill want lamb and green peas after this splendid pow-wow, ' said Mrs Jo, surveying the picturesque confusion of the long hall, where people layabout on the rugs, all more or less bedecked with feathers, moccasins, or beads. 

'Moose noses, buffalo tongues, bear steaks, and roasted marrow-boneswould be the thing, but I don't mind a change; so bring on your baa-baaand green meat, ' answered Dan from the box, where he sat in state like achief among his tribe, with the great hound at his feet. 

The girls began to clear up, but made little headway; for everythingthey touched had a story, and all were thrilling, comical, or wild; sothey found it hard to settle to their work, till Dan was carried off byMr Laurie. 

This was the beginning of the summer holiday, and it was curious to seewhat a pleasant little stir Dan's and Emil's coming made in the quietlife of the studious community; for they seemed to bring a fresh breezewith them that enlivened everyone. Many of the collegians remainedduring vacation; and Plumfield and Parnassus did their best to makethese days pleasant for them, since most came from distant States, werepoor, and had few opportunities but this for culture or amusement. Emilwas hail-fellow-well-met with men and maids, and went rollickingabout in true sailor fashion; but Dan stood rather in awe of the 'fairgirl-graduates', and was silent when among them, eyeing them as an eaglemight a flock of doves. He got on better with the young men, and wastheir hero at once. Their admiration for his manly accomplishments didhim good; because he felt his educational defects keenly, and oftenwondered if he could find anything in books to satisfy him as thoroughlyas did the lessons he was learning from Nature's splendidly illustratedvolume. In spite of his silence, the girls found out his good qualities, and regarded 'the Spaniard', as they named him, with great favour;for his black eyes were more eloquent than his tongue, and the kindcreatures tried to show their friendly interests in many charming ways. 

He saw this, and endeavoured to be worthy of it--curbing his freespeech, toning down his rough manners, and watching the effect of all hesaid and did, anxious to make a good impression. The social atmospherewarmed his lonely heart, the culture excited him to do his best, and thechanges which had taken place during his absence, both in himself andothers, made the old home seem like a new world. After the life inCalifornia, it was sweet and restful to be here, with these familiarfaces round him, helping him to forget much that he regretted, and toresolve to deserve more entirely the confidence of these good fellows, the respect of these innocent girls. 

So there was riding, rowing, and picnicking by day, music, dancing, andplays by night; and everyone said there had not been so gay a vacationfor years. Bess kept her promise, and let the dust gather on her belovedclay while she went pleasuring with her mates or studied music with herfather, who rejoiced over the fresh roses in her cheeks and the laughterwhich chased away the dreamy look she used to wear. Josie quarrelledless with Ted; for Dan had a way of looking at her which quelled herinstantly, and had almost as good an effect upon her rebellious cousin. But Octoo did even more for the lively youth, who found that her charmsentirely eclipsed those of the bicycle which had been his heart'sdelight before. Early and late he rode this untiring beast, and beganto gain flesh--to the great joy of his mother, who feared that herbeanstalk was growing too fast for health. 

Demi, finding business dull, solaced his leisure by photographingeverybody he could induce to sit or stand to him, producing someexcellent pictures among many failures; for he had a pretty taste ingrouping, and endless patience. He might be said to view the worldthrough the lens of his camera, and seemed to enjoy himself very muchsquinting at his fellow beings from under a bit of black cambric. Danwas a treasure to him; for he took well, and willingly posed in hisMexican costume, with horse and hound, and all wanted copies of theseeffective photographs. Bess, also, was a favourite sitter; and Demireceived a prize at the Amateur Photographic Exhibition for one of hiscousin with all her hair about her face, which rose from the cloud ofwhite lace draping the shoulders. These were freely handed round by theproud artist; and one copy had a tender little history yet to be told. 

Nat was snatching every minute he could get with Daisy before the longparting; and Mrs Meg relented somewhat, feeling sure that absence wouldquite cure this unfortunate fancy. Daisy said little; but her gentleface was sad when she was alone, and a few quiet tears dropped on thehandkerchiefs she marked so daintily with her own hair. She was sure Natwould not forget her; and life looked rather forlorn without thedear fellow who had been her friend since the days of patty-pans andconfidences in the willow-tree. She was an old-fashioned daughter, dutiful and docile, with such love and reverence for her mother that herwill was law; and if love was forbidden, friendship must suffice. So shekept her little sorrow to herself, smiled cheerfully at Nat, and madehis last days of home-life very happy with every comfort and pleasureshe could give, from sensible advice and sweet words to a well-filledwork-bag for his bachelor establishment and a box of goodies for thevoyage. 

Tom and Nan took all the time they could spare from their studies toenjoy high jinks at Plumfield with their old friends; for Emil's nextvoyage was to be a long one, Nat's absence was uncertain, and no oneever knew when Dan would turn up again. They all seemed to feel thatlife was beginning to grow serious; and even while they enjoyed thoselovely summer days together they were conscious that they were childrenno longer, and often in the pauses of their fun talked soberly of theirplans and hopes, as if anxious to know and help one another before theydrifted farther apart on their different ways. 

A few weeks were all they had; then the Brenda was ready, Nat was tosail from New York, and Dan went along to see him off; for his own plansfermented in his head, and he was eager to be up and doing. A farewelldance was given on Parnassus in honour of the travellers, and all turnedout in their best array and gayest spirits. George and Dolly came withthe latest Harvard airs and graces, radiant to behold, in dress-suitsand 'crushed hats', as Josie called the especial pride and joy of theirboyish souls. Jack and Ned sent regrets and best wishes, and no onemourned their absence; for they were among what Mrs Jo called herfailures. Poor Tom got into trouble, as usual, by deluging his head withsome highly scented preparation in the vain hope of making his tightcurls lie flat and smooth, as was the style. Unhappily, his rebelliouscrop only kinked the closer, and the odour of many barbers' shops clungto him in spite of his frantic efforts to banish it. Nan wouldn't allowhim near her, and flapped her fan vigorously whenever he was in sight;which cut him to the heart, and made him feel like the Peri shut outfrom Paradise. Of course his mates jeered at him, and nothing but theunquenchable jollity of his nature kept him from despair. 

Emil was resplendent in his new uniform, and danced with an abandonwhich only sailors know. His pumps seemed to be everywhere, and hispartners soon lost breath trying to keep up with him; but the girlsall declared he steered like an angel, and in spite of his pace nocollisions took place; so he was happy, and found no lack of damsels toship with him. 

Having no dress-suit, Dan had been coaxed to wear his Mexican costume, and feeling at ease in the many-buttoned trousers, loose jacket, and gaysash, flung his serape over his shoulder with a flourish and lookedhis best, doing great execution with his long spurs, as he taught Josiestrange steps or rolled his black eyes admiringly after certain blondedamsels whom he dared not address. 

The mammas sat in the alcove, supplying pins, smiles, and kindly wordsto all, especially the awkward youths new to such scenes, and thebashful girls conscious of faded muslins and cleaned gloves. It waspleasant to see stately Mrs Amy promenade on the arm of a tall countryboy, with thick boots and a big forehead, or Mrs Jo dance like a girlwith a shy fellow whose arms went like pump-handles, and whose face wasscarlet with confusion and pride at the honour of treading on the toesof the president's wife. Mrs Meg always had room on her sofa for twoor three girls, and Mr Laurie devoted himself to these plain, poorlydressed damsels with a kindly grace that won their hearts and made themhappy. The good Professor circulated like refreshments, and his cheerfulface shone on all alike, while Mr March discussed Greek comedy in thestudy with such serious gentlemen as never unbent their mighty minds tofrivolous joys. 

The long music-room, parlour, hall, and piazza were full of white-gownedmaidens with attendant shadows; the air was full of lively voices, and hearts and feet went lightly together as the home band playedvigorously, and the friendly moon did her best to add enchantment to thescene. 

'Pin me up, Meg; that dear Dunbar boy has nearly rent me "in sunder", asMr Peggotty would say. But didn't he enjoy himself, bumping against hisfellow men and swinging me round like a mop. On these occasions I findthat I'm not as young as I was, nor as light of foot. In ten years morewe shall be meal-bags, sister; so be resigned. ' And Mrs Jo subsided intoa corner, much dishevelled by her benevolent exertions. 

'I know I shall be stout; but you won't keep still long enough to getmuch flesh on your bones, dear; and Amy will always keep her lovelyfigure. She looks about eighteen tonight, in her white gown and roses, 'answered Meg, busily pinning up one sister's torn frills, while her eyesfondly followed the other's graceful movements; for Meg still adored Amyin the old fashion. 

It was one of the family jokes that Jo was getting fat, and she kept itup, though as yet she had only acquired a matronly outline, which wasvery becoming. They were laughing over the impending double chins, whenMr Laurie came off duty for a moment. 

'Repairing damages as usual, Jo? You never could take a little gentleexercise without returning in rags. Come and have a quiet stroll with meand cool off before supper. I've a series of pretty tableaux to showyou while Meg listens to the raptures of lisping Miss Carr, whom I madehappy by giving her Demi for a partner. '

As he spoke, Laurie led Jo to the music-room, nearly empty now after adance which sent the young people into garden and hall. Pausing beforethe first of the four long windows that opened on a very wide piazza, hepointed to a group outside, saying: 'The name of this is "Jack Ashore". '

A pair of long, blue legs, ending in very neat pumps, hung from theveranda roof among the vines; and roses, gathered by unseen hands, evidently appertaining to aforesaid legs, were being dropped into thelaps of several girls perched like a flock of white birds on the railingbelow; while a manly voice 'fell like a falling star', as it sung thispensive ditty to a most appreciative audience:

 MARY'S DREAM

 The moon had climbed the eastern hill Which rises o'er the sands of Dee, And from its highest summit shed A silver light on tower and tree, When Mary laid her down to sleep (Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea); When soft and low a voice was heard, Saying, 'Mary, weep no more for me. '

 She from her pillow gently raised Her head, to see who there might be, And saw young Sandy, shivering stand With visage pale and hollow e'e. 'Oh Mary dear, cold is my clay; It lies beneath the stormy sea; Far, far from thee, I sleep in death. Dear Mary, weep no more for me. 

 'Three stormy nights and stormy days We tossed upon the raging main. And long we strove our bark to save; But all our striving was in vain. E'en then, when terror chilled my blood, My heart was filled with love of thee. The storm is past, and I'm at rest; So, Mary, weep no more for me. 

 'Oh maiden dear, yourself prepare; We soon shall meet upon that shore Where love is free from doubt and care, And you and I shall part no more. ' Loud crew the cock, the shadow fled; No more her Sandy did she see; But soft the passing spirit said, 'Sweet Mary, weep no more for me. '

'The constant jollity of that boy is worth a fortune to him. He'll neversink with such a buoyant spirit to keep him afloat through life, ' saidMrs Jo, as the roses were tossed back with much applause when the songended. 

'Not he; and it's a blessing to be grateful for, isn't it? We moodypeople know its worth. Glad you like my first tableau. Come and seenumber two. Hope it isn't spoilt; it was very pretty just now. This is"Othello telling his adventures to Desdemona". '

The second window framed a very picturesque group of three. Mr March inan arm-chair, with Bess on a cushion at his feet, was listening to Dan, who, leaning against a pillar, was talking with unusual animation. Theold man was in shadow, but little Desdemona was looking up with themoonlight full upon her into young Othello's face, quite absorbed in thestory he was telling so well. The gay drapery over Dan's shoulder, his dark colouring, and the gesture of his arm made the picture verystriking, and both spectators enjoyed it with silent pleasure, till MrsJo said in a quick whisper:

'I'm glad he's going away. He's too picturesque to have here among somany romantic girls. Afraid his "grand, gloomy, and peculiar" style willbe too much for our simple maids. '

'No danger; Dan is in the rough as yet, and always will be, I fancy;though he is improving in many ways. How well Queenie looks in that softlight!'

'Dear little Goldilocks looks well everywhere. ' And with a backwardglance full of pride and fondness, Mrs Jo went on. But that scenereturned to her long afterward and her own prophetic words also. 

Number three was a tragical tableau at first sight; and Mr Lauriestifled a laugh as he whispered 'The Wounded Knight', pointing to Tomwith his head enveloped in a large handkerchief, as he knelt before Nan, who was extracting a thorn or splinter from the palm of his handwith great skill, to judge from the patient's blissful expression ofcountenance. 

'Do I hurt you?' she asked, turning the hand to the moonlight for abetter view. 

'Not a bit; dig away; I like it, ' answered Tom, regardless of his achingknees and the damage done to his best trousers. 

'I won't keep you long. '

'Hours, if you please. Never so happy as here. '

Quite unmoved by this tender remark, Nan put on a pair of large, round-eyed glasses, saying in a matter-of-fact tone: 'Now I see it. Onlya splinter, and there it is. 

'My hand is bleeding; won't you bind it up?' asked Tom, wishing toprolong the situation. 

'Nonsense; suck it. Only take care of it tomorrow if you dissect. Don'twant any more blood-poisoning. '

'That was the only time you were kind to me. Wish I'd lost my arm. '

'I wish you'd lost your head; it smells more like turpentine andkerosene than ever. Do take a run in the garden and air it. '

Fearing to betray themselves by laughter, the watchers went on, leavingthe Knight to rush away in despair, and the Lady to bury her nose in thecup of a tall lily for refreshment. 

'Poor Tom, his fate is a hard one, and he's wasting his time! Do advisehim to quit philandering and go to work, Jo. '

'I have, Teddy, often; but it will take some great shock to make thatboy wise. I wait with interest to see what it will be. Bless me! what isall this?'

She might well ask; for on a rustic stool stood Ted trying to pose onone foot, with the other extended, and both hands waving in the air. Josie, with several young mates, was watching his contortions with deepinterest as they talked about 'little wings', 'gilded wire twisted', anda 'cunning skull-cap'. 

'This might be called "Mercury Trying to Fly", ' said Mr Laurie, as theypeeped through the lace curtains. 

'Bless the long legs of that boy! how does he expect to manage them?They are planning for the Owlsdark Marbles, and a nice muddle they willmake of my gods and goddesses with no one to show them how, ' answeredMrs Jo, enjoying this scene immensely. 'Now, he's got it!' 'That'sperfectly splendid!' 'See how long you can keep so!' cried the girls, asTed managed to maintain his equilibrium a moment by resting one toeon the trellis. Unfortunately this brought all his weight on the otherfoot; the straw seat of the stool gave way, and the flying Mercurycame down with a crash, amid shrieks of laughter from the girls. Beingaccustomed to ground and lofty tumbling, he quickly recovered himself, and hopped gaily about, with one leg through the stool as he improviseda classic jig. 

'Thanks for four nice little pictures. You have given me an idea, and Ithink some time we will get up regular tableaux of this sort and marchour company round a set of dissolving views. New and striking; I'llpropose it to our manager and give you all the glory, ' said Mrs Jo, asthey strolled towards the room whence came the clash of glass and china, and glimpses of agitated black coats. 

Let us follow the example of our old friends and stroll about among theyoung people, eavesdropping, so gathering up various little threads tohelp in the weaving of the story. George and Dolly were at supper, and having served the ladies in their care stood in a corner absorbingnourishment of all kinds with a vain attempt to conceal hearty appetitesunder an air of elegant indifference. 

'Good spread, this; Laurence does things in style. First-rate coffee, but no wine, and that's a mistake, ' said Stuffy, who still deserved hisname, and was a stout youth with a heavy eye and bilious complexion. 

'Bad for boys, he says. Jove! wish he could see us at some of our wines. Don't we just "splice the main brace" as Emil says, ' answered Dolly, the dandy, carefully spreading a napkin over the glossy expanse ofshirt-front whereon a diamond stud shone like a lone star. His stutterwas nearly outgrown; but he, as well as George, spoke in the tone ofcondescension, which, with the blase airs they assumed, made a veryfunny contrast to their youthful faces and foolish remarks. Good-heartedlittle fellows both, but top-heavy with the pride of being Sophs and thefreedom that college life gave them. 

'Little Jo is getting to be a deuced pretty girl, isn't she?' saidGeorge, with a long sigh of satisfaction as his first mouthful of icewent slowly down his throat. 

'H'm--well, fairish. The Princess is rather more to my taste. I like 'emblonde and queenly and elegant, don't you know. '

'Yes, Jo is too lively; might as well dance with a grasshopper. I've tried her, and she's one too many for me. Miss Perry is a nice, easy-going girl. Got her for the german. '

'You'll never be a dancing man. Too lazy. Now I'll undertake to steerany girl and dance down any fellow you please. Dancing's my forte. ' AndDolly glanced from his trim feet to his flashing gem with the defiantair of a young turkey-cock on parade. 

'Miss Grey is looking for you. Wants more grub. Just see if MissNelson's plate is empty, there's a good fellow. Can't eat ice in ahurry. ' And George remained in his safe corner, while Dolly struggledthrough the crowd to do his duty, coming back in a fume, with a splashof salad dressing on his coat-cuff. 

'Confound these country chaps! they go blundering round like so manydor-bugs, and make a deuce of a mess. Better stick to books and not tryto be society men. Can't do it. Beastly stain. Give it a rub, and let mebolt a mouthful, I'm starved. Never saw girls eat such a lot. It provesthat they ought not to study so much. Never liked co-ed, ' growled Dolly, much ruffled in spirit. 

'So they do. 'Tisn't ladylike. Ought to be satisfied with an ice anda bit of cake, and eat it prettily. Don't like to see a girl feed. Wehard-working men need it, and, by Jove, I mean to get some more of thatmeringue if it's not all gone. Here, waiter! bring along that dish overthere, and be lively, ' commanded Stuffy, poking a young man in a rathershabby dress-suit, who was passing with a tray of glasses. 

His order was obeyed promptly; but George's appetite was taken awaythe next moment by Dolly's exclaiming, as he looked up from his damagedcoat, with a scandalized face:

'You've put your foot in it now, old boy! that's Morton, Mr Bhaer'scrack man. Knows everything, no end of a "dig", and bound to carry offall the honours. You won't hear the last of it in a hurry. ' And Dollylaughed so heartily that a spoonful of ice flew upon the head of a ladysitting below him, and got him into a scrape also. 

Leaving them to their despair, let us listen to the whispered chat oftwo girls comfortably seated in a recess waiting till their escorts werefed. 

'I do think the Laurences give lovely parties. Don't you enjoy them?'asked the younger, looking about her with the eager air of one unused tothis sort of pleasure. 

'Very much, only I never feel as if I was dressed right. My thingsseemed elegant at home, and I thought I'd be over over-dressed ifanything; but I look countrified and dowdy here. No time or money tochange now, even if I knew how to do it, ' answered the other, glancinganxiously at her bright pink silk grown, trimmed with cheap lace. 

'You must get Mrs Brooke to tell you how to fix your things. She wasvery kind to me. I had a green silk, and it looked so cheap and horridby the side of the nice dresses here I felt regularly unhappy about it, and asked her how much a dress like one Mrs Laurence had would cost. That looked so simple and elegant I thought it wouldn't be costly; butit was India mull and Valenciennes lace, so, of course, I couldn't haveit. Then Mrs Brooke said: "Get some muslin to cover the green silk, andwear hops or some white flowers, instead of pink, in your hair, and youwill have a pretty suit. " Isn't it lovely and becoming?' And Miss Burtonsurveyed herself with girlish satisfaction; for a little taste hadsoftened the harsh green, and hop-bells became her red hair better thanroses. 

'It's sweet: I've been admiring it. I'll do mine so and ask about mypurple one. Mrs Brooke has helped me to get rid of my headaches, andMary Clay's dyspepsia is all gone since she gave up coffee and hotbread. '

'Mrs Laurence advised me to walk and run and use the gymnasium to curemy round shoulders and open my chest, and I'm a much better figure thanI was. '

'Did you know that Mr Laurence pays all Amelia Merrill's bills? Herfather failed, and she was heartbroken at having to leave college; butthat splendid man just stepped in and made it all right. ' 'Yes, andProfessor Bhaer has several of the boys down at his house evenings tohelp them along so they can keep up with the rest; and Mrs Bhaer tookcare of Charles Mackey herself when he had a fever last year. I do thinkthey are the best and kindest people in the world. '

'So do I, and my time here will be the happiest and most useful years ofmy life. '

And both girls forgot their gowns and their suppers for a moment to lookwith grateful, affectionate eyes at the friends who tried to care forbodies and for souls as well as minds. 

Now come to a lively party supping on the stairs, girls like foam atthe top, and a substratum of youths below, where the heaviest particlesalways settle. Emil, who never sat if he could climb or perch, adornedthe newel-post; Tom, Nat, Demi, and Dan were camped on the steps, eatingbusily, as their ladies were well served and they had earned a moment'srest, which they enjoyed with their eyes fixed on the pleasing prospectabove them. 

'I'm so sorry the boys are going. It will be dreadfully dull withoutthem. Now they have stopped teasing and are polite, I really enjoythem, ' said Nan, who felt unusually gracious tonight as Tom's mishapkept him from annoying her. 

'So do I; and Bess was mourning about it today, though as a generalthing she doesn't like boys unless they are models of elegance. She hasbeen doing Dan's head, and it is not quite finished. I never saw her sointerested in any work, and it's very well done. He is so striking andbig he always makes me think of the Dying Gladiator or some of thoseantique creatures. There's Bess now. Dear child, how sweet she lookstonight!' answered Daisy, waving her hand as the Princess went by withGrandpa on her arm. 

'I never thought he would turn out so well. Don't you remember how weused to call him "the bad boy" and be sure he would become a pirate orsomething awful because he glared at us and swore sometimes? Now he isthe handsomest of all the boys, and very entertaining with his storiesand plans. I like him very much; he's so big and strong and independent. I'm tired of mollycoddles and book-worms, ' said Nan in her decided way. 

'Not handsomer that Nat!' cried loyal Daisy, contrasting two facesbelow, one unusually gay, the other sentimentally sober even in theact of munching cake. 'I like Dan, and am glad he is doing well; buthe tires me, and I'm still a little afraid of him. Quiet people suit mebest. '

'Life is a fight, and I like a good soldier. Boys take things tooeasily, don't see how serious it all is and go to work in earnest. Lookat that absurd Tom, wasting his time and making an object of himselfjust because he can't have what he wants, like a baby crying for themoon. I've no patience with such nonsense, ' scolded Nan, looking down atthe jovial Thomas, who was playfully putting macaroons in Emil's shoes, and trying to beguile his exile as best he could. 

'Most girls would be touched by such fidelity. I think it's beautiful, 'said Daisy behind her fan; for other girls sat just below. 

'You are a sentimental goose and not a judge. Nat will be twice the manwhen he comes back after his trip. I wish Tom was going with him. Myidea is that if we girls have any influence we should use it for thegood of these boys, and not pamper them up, making slaves of ourselvesand tyrants of them. Let them prove what they can do and be before theyask anything of us, and give us a chance to do the same. Then we knowwhere we are, and shall not make mistakes to mourn over all our lives. '

'Hear, hear!' cried Alice Heath, who was a girl after Nan's own heart, and had chosen a career, like a brave and sensible young woman. 'Onlygive us a chance, and have patience till we can do our best. Now we areexpected to be as wise as men who have had generations of all the helpthere is, and we scarcely anything. Let us have equal opportunities, andin a few generations we will see what the judgement is. I like justice, and we get very little of it. '

'Still shouting the battle-cry of freedom?' asked Demi, peering throughthe banisters at this moment. 'Up with your flag! I'll stand by and lenda hand if you want it. With you and Nan to lead the van, I think youwon't need much help. '

'You are a great comfort, Demi, and I'll call on you in all emergencies;for you are an honest boy, and don't forget that you owe much to yourmother and your sisters and your aunts, ' continued Nan. 'I do like menwho come out frankly and own that they are not gods. How can we thinkthem so when such awful mistakes are being made all the time by thesegreat creatures? See them sick, as I do, then you know them. '

'Don't hit us when we are down; be merciful, and set us up to bless andbelieve in you evermore, ' pleaded Demi from behind the bars. 

'We'll be kind to you if you will be just to us. I don't say generous, only just. I went to a suffrage debate in the Legislature last winter;and of all the feeble, vulgar twaddle I ever heard, that was the worst;and those men were our representatives. I blushed for them, and thewives and mothers. I want an intelligent man to represent me, if I can'tdo it myself, not a fool. '

'Nan is on the stump. Now we shall catch it, ' cried Tom, putting upan umbrella to shield his unhappy head; for Nan's earnest voice wasaudible, and her indignant eye happened to rest on him as she spoke. 

'Go on, go on! I'll take notes, and put in "great applause" liberally, 'added Demi, producing his ball-book and pencil, with his Jenkins air. 

Daisy pinched his nose through the bars, and the meeting was rathertumultuous for a moment, for Emil called: 'Avast, avast, here's a squallto wind'ard'; Tom applauded wildly; Dan looked up as if the prospect ofa fight, even with words, pleased him, and Nat went to support Demi, as his position seemed to be a good one. At this crisis, when everyonelaughed and talked at once, Bess came floating through the upper halland looked down like an angel of peace upon the noisy group below, asshe asked, with wondering eyes and smiling lips:

'What is it?'

'An indignation meeting. Nan and Alice are on the rampage, and we are atthe bar to be tried for our lives. Will Your Highness preside and judgebetween us?' answered Demi, as a lull at once took place; for no onerioted in the presence of the Princess. 

'I'm not wise enough. I'll sit here and listen. Please go on. ' And Besstook her place above them all as cool and calm as a little statue ofJustice, with fan and nosegay in place of sword and scales. 

'Now, ladies, free your minds, only spare us till morning; for we'vegot a german to dance as soon as everyone is fed, and Parnassus expectsevery man to do his duty. Mrs President Giddy-gaddy has the floor, 'said Demi, who liked this sort of fun better than the very mild sort offlirtation which was allowed at Plumfield, for the simple reason that itcould not be entirely banished, and is a part of all education, co- orotherwise. 

'I have only one thing to say, and it is this, ' began Nan soberly, though her eyes sparkled with a mixture of fun and earnestness. 'I wantto ask every boy of you what you really think on this subject. Dan andEmil have seen the world and ought to know their own minds. Tom and Nathave had five examples before them for years. Demi is ours and we areproud of him. So is Rob. Ted is a weathercock, and Dolly and George, of course, are fogies in spite of the Annex, and girls at Girton goingahead of the men. Commodore, are you ready for the question?'

'Ay, ay, skipper. '

'Do you believe in Woman's Suffrage?'

'Bless your pretty figger head! I do, and I'll ship a crew of girls anytime you say so. Aren't they worse than a press-gang to carry a fellowout of his moorings? Don't we all need one as pilot to steer us safe toport? and why shouldn't they share our mess afloat and ashore since weare sure to be wrecked without 'em?'

'Good for you, Emil! Nan will take you for first mate after thathandsome speech, ' said Demi, as the girls applauded, and Tom glowered. 'Now, Dan, you love liberty so well yourself, are you willing we shouldhave it?'

'All you can get, and I'll fight any man who's mean enough to say youdon't deserve it. '

This brief and forcible reply delighted the energetic President, and shebeamed upon the member from California, as she said briskly:

'Nat wouldn't dare to say he was on the other side even if he were, butI hope he has made up his mind to pipe for us, at least when we take thefield, and not be one of those who wait till the battle is won, and thenbeat the drums and share the glory. '

Mrs Giddy-gaddy's doubts were most effectually removed, and her sharpspeech regretted, as Nat looked up blushing, but with a new sort ofmanliness in face and manner, saying, in a tone that touched them all:

'I should be the most ungrateful fellow alive if I did not love, honour, and serve women with all my heart and might, for to them I oweeverything I am or ever shall be. '

Daisy clapped her hands, and Bess threw her bouquet into Nat's lap, while the other girls waved their fans, well pleased; for real feelingmade his little speech eloquent. 

'Thomas B. Bangs, come into court, and tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, if you can, ' commanded Nan, with a rap tocall the meeting to order. 

Tom shut the umbrella, and standing up raised his hand, saying solemnly:

'I believe in suffrage of all kinds. I adore all women, and will die forthem at any moment if it will help the cause. '

'Living and working for it is harder, and therefore more honourable. Menare always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic. You will pass, Tom, only don't twaddle. Now, having taken the sense of the meeting we will adjourn, as the hourfor festive gymnastics has arrived. I am glad to see that old Plumhas given six true men to the world, and hope they will continue to bestaunch to her and the principles she has taught them, wherever they maygo. Now, girls, don't sit in draughts, and, boys, beware of ice-waterwhen you are warm. '

With this characteristic close Nan retired from office, and the girlswent to enjoy one of the few rights allowed them. 

Chapter 6. LAST WORDS

The next day was Sunday, and a goodly troop of young and old set forthto church. --some driving, some walking, all enjoying the lovely weatherand the happy quietude which comes to refresh us when the work and worryof the week are over. Daisy had a headache; and Aunt Jo remained at hometo keep her company, knowing very well that the worst ache was in thetender heart struggling dutifully against the love that grew stronger asthe parting drew nearer. 

'Daisy knows my wishes, and I trust her. You must keep an eye on Nat, and let him clearly understand that there is to be no "lovering", orI shall forbid the letter-writing. I hate to seem cruel, but it is toosoon for my dear girl to bind herself in any way, ' said Mrs Meg, as sherustled about in her best grey silk, while waiting for Demi, who alwaysescorted his pious mother to church as a peace-offering for crossing herwishes in other things. 

'I will, dear; I'm lying in wait for all three boys today, like an oldspider; and I will have a good talk with each. They know I understandthem, and they always open their hearts sooner or later. You look like anice, plump little Quakeress, Meg; and no one will believe that bigboy is your son, ' added Mrs Jo, as Demi came in shining with Sundayneatness, from his well-blacked boots to his smooth brown head. 

'You flatter me, to soften my heart toward your boy. I know your ways, Jo, and I don't give in. Be firm, and spare me a scene by and by. As forJohn, as long as he is satisfied with his old mother, I don't care whatpeople think, ' answered Mrs Meg, accepting with a smile the little posyof sweet peas and mignonette Demi brought her. 

Then, having buttoned her dove-coloured gloves with care, she took herson's arm and went proudly away to the carriage, where Amy and Besswaited, while Jo called after them, just as Marmee used to do:

'Girls, have you got nice pocket-handkerchiefs?' They all smiled atthe familiar words, and three white banners waved as they drove away, leaving the spider to watch for her first fly. She did not wait long. Daisy was lying down with a wet cheek on the little hymnbook out ofwhich she and Nat used to sing together; so Mrs Jo strolled aboutthe lawn, looking very like a wandering mushroom with her large buffumbrella. 

Dan had gone for a ten-mile stroll; and Nat was supposed to haveaccompanied him, but presently came sneaking back, unable to tearhimself away from the Dovecote or lose a moment of nearness to his idolthat last day. Mrs Jo saw him at once, and beckoned him to a rustic seatunder the old elm, where they could have their confidences undisturbed, and both keep an eye on a certain white-curtained window, half hidden invines. 

'Nice and cool here. I'm not up to one of Dan's tramps today--it's sowarm, and he goes so like a steam-engine. He headed for the swamp wherehis pet snakes used to live, and I begged to be excused, ' said Nat, fanning himself with his straw hat, though the day was not oppressive. 

'I'm glad you did. Sit and rest with me, and have one of our good oldtalks. We've both been so busy lately, I feel as if I didn't half knowyour plans; and I want to, ' answered Mrs Jo, feeling sure that thoughthey might start with Leipzig they would bring up at Plumfield. 

'You are very kind, and there's nothing I'd like better. I don't realizeI'm going so far--suppose I shan't till I get afloat. It's a splendidstart, and I don't know how I can ever thank Mr Laurie for all he'sdone, or you either, ' added Nat, with a break in his voice; for he was atender-hearted fellow, and never forgot a kindness. 

'You can thank us beautifully by being and doing all we hope and expectof you, my dear. In the new life you are going to there will be athousand trials and temptations, and only your own wit and wisdom torely on. That will be the time to test the principles we have triedto give you, and see how firm they are. Of course, you will makemistakes--we all do; but don't let go of your conscience and drift alongblindly. Watch and pray, dear Nat; and while your hand gains skill, letyour head grow wiser, and keep your heart as innocent and warm as it isnow. '

'I'll try, Mother Bhaer, my very best to be a credit to you. I know Ishall improve in my music--can't help it there; but I never shall bevery wise, I'm afraid. As for my heart, you know, I leave it behind mein good keeping. '

As he spoke, Nat's eyes were fixed on the window with a look of love andlonging that made his quiet face both manly and sad--plainly showing howstrong a hold this boyish affection had upon him. 

'I want to speak of that; and I know you will forgive what seems hard, because I do most heartily sympathize with you, ' said Mrs Jo, glad tohave her say. 

'Yes, do talk about Daisy! I think of nothing but leaving and losingher. I have no hope--I suppose it is too much to ask; only I can't helploving her, wherever I am!' cried Nat, with a mixture of defiance anddespair in his face that rather startled Mrs Jo. 

'Listen to me and I'll try to give you both comfort and good advice. Weall know that Daisy is fond of you, but her mother objects, and being agood girl she tries to obey. Young people think they never can change, but they do in the most wonderful manner, and very few die of brokenhearts. ' Mrs Jo smiled as she remembered another boy whom she had oncetried to comfort, and then went soberly on while Nat listened as if hisfate hung upon her lips. 

'One of two things will happen. You will find someone else to love, or, better still, be so busy and happy in your music that you will bewilling to wait for time to settle the matter for you both. Daisy willperhaps forget when you are gone, and be glad you are only friends. Atany rate it is much wiser to have no promises made; then both are free, and in a year or two may meet to laugh over the little romance nipped inthe bud. '

'Do you honestly think that?' asked Nat, looking at her so keenly thatthe truth had to come; for all his heart was in those frank blue eyes ofhis. 

'No, I don't!' answered Mrs Jo. 'Then if you were in my place, whatwould you do?' he added, with a tone of command never heard in hisgentle voice before. 

'Bless me! the boy is in dead earnest, and I shall forget prudencein sympathy I'm afraid, ' thought Mrs Jo, surprised and pleased by theunexpected manliness Nat showed. 

'I'll tell you what I should do. I'd say to myself:

"I'll prove that my love is strong and faithful, and make Daisy'smother proud to give her to me by being not only a good musician but anexcellent man, and so command respect and confidence. This I will tryfor; and if I fail, I shall be the better for the effort, and findcomfort in the thought that I did my best for her sake. "'

'That is what I meant to do. But I wanted a word of hope to give mecourage, ' cried Nat, firing up as if the smouldering spark was setablaze by a breath of encouragement. 'Other fellows, poorer and stupiderthan I, have done great things and come to honour. Why may not I, thoughI'm nothing now? I know Mrs Brooke remembers what I came from, but myfather was honest though everything went wrong; and I have nothing tobe ashamed of though I was a charity boy. I never will be ashamed of mypeople or myself, and I'll make other folks respect me if I can. '

'Good! that's the right spirit, Nat. Hold to it and make yourself a man. No one will be quicker to see and admire the brave work than my sisterMeg. She does not despise your poverty or your past; but mothers arevery tender over their daughters, and we Marches, though we have beenpoor, are, I confess, a little proud of our good family. We don't carefor money; but a long line of virtuous ancestors is something to desireand to be proud of. '

'Well, the Blakes are a good lot. I looked 'em up, and not one wasever in prison, hanged, or disgraced in any way. We used to be rich andhonoured years ago, but we've died out and got poor, and father was astreet musician rather than beg; and I'll be one again before I'll dothe mean things some men do and pass muster. '

Nat was so excited that Mrs Jo indulged in a laugh to calm him, and bothwent on more quietly. 

'I told my sister all that and it pleased her. I am sure if you do wellthese next few years that she will relent and all be happily settled, unless that wonderful change, which you don't believe possible, shouldoccur. Now, cheer up; don't be lackadaisical and blue. Say good-byecheerfully and bravely, show a manly front, and leave a pleasant memorybehind you. We all wish you well and hope much for you. Write to meevery week and I'll send a good, gossipy answer. Be careful what youwrite to Daisy; don't gush or wail, for sister Meg will see the letters;and you can help your cause very much by sending sensible, cheeryaccounts of your life to us all. '

'I will; I will; it looks brighter and better already, and I won't losemy one comfort by any fault of my own. Thank you so much, Mother Bhaer, for taking my side. I felt so ungrateful and mean and crushed when Ithought you all considered me a sneak who had no business to love sucha precious girl as Daisy. No one said anything, but I knew how you felt, and that Mr Laurie sent me off partly to get me out of the way. Oh dear, life is pretty tough sometimes, isn't it?' And Nat took his head in bothhands as if it ached with the confusion of hopes and fears, passions andplans that proved boyhood was past and manhood had begun. 

'Very tough, but it is that very struggle with obstacles which does usgood. Things have been made easy for you in many ways, but no one can doeverything. You must paddle your own canoe now, and learn to avoid therapids and steer straight to the port you want to reach. I don't knowjust what your temptations will be for you have no bad habits and seemto love music so well, nothing can lure you from it. I only hope youwon't work too hard. '

'I feel as if I could work like a horse, I'm so eager to get on; butI'll take care. Can't waste time being sick, and you've given me dosesenough to keep me all right, I guess. ' Nat laughed as he rememberedthe book of directions Mrs Jo had written for him to consult on alloccasions. 

She immediately added some verbal ones on the subject of foreign messes, and having mounted one of her pet hobbies, was in full gallop when Emilwas seen strolling about on the roof of the old house, that being hisfavourite promenade; for there he could fancy himself walking the deck, with only blue sky and fresh air about him. 

'I want a word with the Commodore, and up there we shall be nice andquiet. Go and play to Daisy: it will put her to sleep and do you bothgood. Sit in the porch, so I can keep an eye on you as I promised'; andwith a motherly pat on the shoulder Mrs Jo left Nat to his delightfultask and briskly ascended to the house-top, not up the trellis as of oldbut by means of the stairs inside. 

Emerging on the platform she found Emil cutting his initials afresh inthe wood-work and singing 'Pull for the Shore', like the tuneful marinerhe was. 

'Come aboard and make yourself at home, Aunty, ' he said, with a playfulsalute. 'I'm just leaving a P. P. C. In the old place, so when you fly uphere for refuge you'll remember me. '

'Ah, my dear, I'm not likely to forget you. It doesn't need E. B. H. Cuton all the trees and railings to remind me of my sailor boy'; and Mrs Jotook the seat nearest the blue figure astride the balustrade, not quitesure how to begin the little sermon she wanted to preach. 

'Well, you don't pipe your eye and look squally when I sheer off as youused to, and that's a comfort. I like to leave port in fair weather andhave a jolly send-off all round. Specially this time, for it will be ayear or more before we drop anchor here again, ' answered Emil, pushinghis cap back, and glancing about him as if he loved old Plum and wouldbe sorry never to see it any more. 

'You have salt water enough without my adding to it. I'm going to bequite a Spartan mother, and send my sons to battle with no wailing, onlythe command:

"With your shield or on it", ' said Mrs Jo cheerfully, adding after apause: 'I often wish I could go too, and some day I will, when you arecaptain and have a ship of your own--as I've no doubt you will beforelong, with Uncle Herman to push you on. '

'When I do I'll christen her the Jolly Jo and take you as first mate. It would be regular larks to have you aboard, and I'd be a proud man tocarry you round the world you've wanted to see so long and never could, 'answered Emil, caught at once by this splendid vision. 

'I'll make my first voyage with you and enjoy myself immensely in spiteof seasickness and all the stormy winds that blow. I've always thoughtI'd like to see a wreck, a nice safe one with all saved after greatdanger and heroic deeds, while we clung like Mr Pillicoddy to main-topjibs and lee scuppers. '

'No wrecks yet, ma'am, but we'll try to accommodate customers. Captainsays I'm a lucky dog and bring fair weather, so we'll save the dirtyweather for you if you want it, ' laughed Emil, digging at the ship infull sail which he was adding to his design. 

'Thanks, I hope you will. This long voyage will give you newexperiences, and being an officer, you will have new duties andresponsibilities. Are you ready for them? You take everything so gaily, I've been wondering if you realized that now you will have not only toobey but to command also, and power is a dangerous thing. Be carefulthat you don't abuse it or let it make a tyrant of you. '

'Right you are, ma'am. I've seen plenty of that, and have got mybearings pretty well, I guess. I shan't have very wide swing with Petersover me, but I'll see that the boys don't get abused when he's bowsed uphis jib. No right to speak before, but now I won't stand it. '

'That sounds mysteriously awful; could I ask what nautical torture"bowsing jibs" is?' asked Mrs Jo, in a tone of deep interest. 

'Getting drunk. Peters can hold more grog than any man I ever saw; hekeeps right side up, but is as savage as a norther, and makes thingslively all round. I've seen him knock a fellow down with a belaying pin, and couldn't lend a hand. Better luck now, I hope. ' And Emil frowned asif he already trod the quarter-deck, lord of all he surveyed. 

'Don't get into trouble, for even Uncle Herman's favour won't coverinsubordination, you know. You have proved yourself a good sailor; nowbe a good officer, which is a harder thing, I fancy. It takes a finecharacter to rule justly and kindly; you will have to put by your boyishways and remember your dignity. That will be excellent training for you, Emil, and sober you down a bit. No more skylarking except here, so mindyour ways, and do honour to your buttons, ' said Mrs Jo, tapping oneof the very bright brass ones that ornamented the new suit Emil was soproud of. 

'I'll do my best. I know my time for skirmshander (chaff) is over, andI must steer a straighter course; but don't you fear, Jack ashore is avery different craft from what he is with blue water under his keel. Ihad a long talk with Uncle last night and got my orders; I won't forget'em nor all I owe him. As for you, I'll name my first ship as I say, andhave your bust for the figurehead, see if I don't, ' and Emil gave hisaunt a hearty kiss to seal the vow, which proceeding much amused Nat, playing softly in the porch of the Dovecote. 

'You do me proud, Captain. But, dear, I want to say one thing and thenI'm done; for you don't need much advice of mine after my good man hasspoken. I read somewhere that every inch of rope used in the BritishNavy has a strand of red in it, so that wherever a bit of it is foundit is known. That is the text of my little sermon to you. Virtue, whichmeans honour, honesty, courage, and all that makes character, is thered thread that marks a good man wherever he is. Keep that always andeverywhere, so that even if wrecked by misfortune, that sign shall stillbe found and recognized. Yours is a rough life, and your mates not allwe could wish, but you can be a gentleman in the true sense of the word;and no matter what happens to your body, keep your soul clean, yourheart true to those who love you, and do your duty to the end. '

As she spoke Emil had risen and stood listening with his cap off and agrave, bright look as if taking orders from a superior officer; when sheended, he answered briefly, but heartily:

'Please God, I will!'

'That's all; I have little fear for you, but one never knows when or howthe weak moment may come, and sometimes a chance word helps us, as somany my dear mother spoke come back to me now for my own comfort and theguidance of my boys, ' said Mrs Jo, rising; for the words had been saidand no more were needed. 

'I've stored 'em up and know where to find 'em when wanted. Often andoften in my watch I've seen old Plum, and heard you and Uncle talkingso plainly, I'd have sworn I was here. It is a rough life, Aunty, buta wholesome one if a fellow loves it as I do, and has an anchor towindward as I have. Don't worry about me, and I'll come home next yearwith a chest of tea that will cheer your heart and give you ideas enoughfor a dozen novels. Going below? All right, steady in the gangway! I'llbe along by the time you've got out the cake-box. Last chance for a goodold lunch ashore. '

Mrs Jo descended laughing, and Emil finished his ship whistlingcheerfully, neither dreaming when and where this little chat on thehouse-top would return to the memory of one of them. 

Dan was harder to catch, and not until evening did a quiet moment comein that busy family; when, while the rest were roaming about, Mrs Jo satdown to read in the study, and presently Dan looked in at the window. 

'Come and rest after your long tramp; you must be tired, ' she called, with an inviting nod towards the big sofa where so many boys hadreposed--as much as that active animal ever does. 

'Afraid I shall disturb you'; but Dan looked as if he wanted to stay hisrestless feet somewhere. 

'Not a bit; I'm always ready to talk, shouldn't be a woman if I werenot, ' laughed Mrs Jo, as Dan swung himself in and sat down with an airof contentment very pleasant to see. 

'Last day is over, yet somehow I don't seem to hanker to be off. Generally, I'm rather anxious to cut loose after a short stop. Odd, ain't it?' asked Dan, gravely picking grass and leaves out of his hairand beard; for he had been lying on the grass, thinking many thoughts inthe quiet summer night. 

'Not at all; you are beginning to get civilized. It's a good sign, andI'm glad to see it, ' answered Mrs Jo promptly. 'You've had your swing, and want a change. Hope the farming will give it to you, though helpingthe Indians pleases me more: it is so much better to work for othersthan for one's self alone. '

'So 'tis, ' assented Dan heartily. 'I seem to want to root somewhereand have folks of my own to take care of. Tired of my own company, Isuppose, now I've seen so much better. I'm a rough, ignorant lot, andI've been thinking maybe I've missed it loafing round creation, insteadof going in for education as the other chaps did. Hey?'

He looked anxiously at Mrs Jo; and she tried to hide the surprise thisnew outburst caused her; for till now Dan had scorned books and gloriedin his freedom. 

'No; I don't think so in your case. So far I'm sure the free life wasbest. Now that you are a man you can control that lawless nature better;but as a boy only great activity and much adventure could keep you outof mischief. Time is taming my colt, you see, and I shall yet be proudof him, whether he makes a pack-horse of himself to carry help to thestarving or goes to ploughing as Pegasus did. '

Dan liked the comparison, and smiled as he lounged in the sofa-corner, with the new thoughtfulness in his eyes. 

'Glad you think so. The fact is it's going to take a heap of taming tomake me go well in harness anywhere. I want to, and I try now and then, but always kick over the traces and run away. No lives lost yet; but Ishouldn't wonder if there was some time, and a general smash-up. '

'Why, Dan, did you have any dangerous adventures during this lastabsence? I fancied so, but didn't ask before, knowing you'd tell me if Icould help in any way. Can I?' And Mrs Jo looked anxiously at him; for asudden lowering expression had come into his face, and he leaned forwardas if to hide it. 

'Nothing very bad; but 'Frisco isn't just a heaven on earth, you know, and it's harder to be a saint there than here, ' he answered slowly;then, as if he had made up his mind to ''fess', as the children used tosay, he sat up, and added rapidly, in a half-defiant, half-shamefacedway, 'I tried gambling, and it wasn't good for me. '

'Was that how you made your money?'

'Not a penny of it! That's all honest, if speculation isn't a biggersort of gambling. I won a lot; but I lost or gave it away, and cut thewhole concern before it got the better of me. '

'Thank heaven for that! Don't try it again; it may have the terriblefascination for you it has for so many. Keep to your mountains andprairies, and shun cities, if these things tempt you, Dan. Better loseyour life than your soul, and one such passion leads to worse sins, asyou know better than I. '

Dan nodded, and seeing how troubled she was, said, in a lighter tone, though still the shadow of that past experience remained:

'Don't be scared; I'm all right now; and a burnt dog dreads the fire. Idon't drink, or do the things you dread; don't care for 'em; but Iget excited, and then this devilish temper of mine is more than I canmanage. Fighting a moose or a buffalo is all right; but when you pitchinto a man, no matter how great a scamp he is, you've got to look out. I shall kill someone some day; that's all I'm afraid of. I do hate asneak!' And Dan brought his fist down on the table with a blow that madethe lamp totter and the books skip. 

'That always was your trial, Dan, and I can sympathize with you; forI've been trying to govern my own temper all my life, and haven't learntyet, ' said Mrs Jo, with a sigh. 'For heaven's sake, guard your demonwell, and don't let a moment's fury ruin all your life. As I said toNat, watch and pray, my dear boy. There is no other help or hope forhuman weakness but God's love and patience. '

Tears were in Mrs Jo's eyes as she spoke; for she felt this deeply, andknew how hard a task it is to rule these bosom sins of ours. Dan lookedtouched, also uncomfortable, as he always did when religion of any sortwas mentioned, though he had a simple creed of his own, and tried tolive up to it in his blind way. 

'I don't do much praying; don't seem to come handy to me; but I canwatch like a redskin, only it's easier to mount guard over a lurkinggrizzly than my own cursed temper. It's that I'm afraid of, if I settledown. I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully, and I can't take it out in a free fight, as I can with a bear or awolf. Guess I'd better head for the Rockies, and stay there a spelllonger--till I'm tame enough for decent folks, if I ever am. ' And Danleaned his rough head on his hands in a despondent attitude. 

'Try my sort of help, and don't give up. Read more, study a little, andtry to meet a better class of people, who won't "rile", but soothe andstrengthen you. We don't make you savage, I'm sure; for you have been asmeek as a lamb, and made us very happy. '

'Glad of it; but I've felt like a hawk in a hen-house all the same, and wanted to pounce and tear more than once. Not so much as I used, though, ' added Dan, after a short laugh at Mrs Jo's surprised face. 'I'll try your plan, and keep good company this bout if I can; but a mancan't pick and choose, knocking about as I do. '

'Yes, you can this time; for you are going on a peaceful errand and cankeep clear of temptation if you try. Take some books and read; that'san immense help; and books are always good company if you have the rightsort. Let me pick out some for you. ' And Mrs Jo made a bee-line to thewell-laden shelves, which were the joy of her heart and the comfort ofher life. 

'Give me travels and stories, please; don't want any pious works, can'tseem to relish 'em, and won't pretend I do, ' said Dan, following to lookover her head with small favour at the long lines of well-worn volumes. 

Mrs Jo turned short round, and putting a hand on either broad shoulder, looked him in the eye, saying soberly:

'Now, Dan, see here; never sneer at good things or pretend to be worsethan you are. Don't let false shame make you neglect the religionwithout which no man can live. You needn't talk about it if you don'tlike, but don't shut your heart to it in whatever shape it comes. Natureis your God now; she has done much for you; let her do more, and leadyou to know and love a wiser and more tender teacher, friend, andcomforter than she can ever be. That is your only hope; don't throw itaway, and waste time; for sooner or later you will feel the need of Him, and He will come to you and hold you up when all other help fails. '

Dan stood motionless, and let her read in his softened eyes the dumbdesire that lived in his heart, though he had no words to tell it, and only permitted her to catch a glimpse of the divine spark whichsmoulders or burns clearly in every human soul. He did not speak; andglad to be spared some answer which should belie his real feelings, MrsJo hastened to say, with her most motherly smile:

'I saw in your room the little Bible I gave you long ago; it was wellworn outside, but fresh within, as if not much read. Will you promise meto read a little once a week, dear, for my sake? Sunday is a quiet dayeverywhere, and this book is never old nor out of place. Begin with thestories you used to love when I told them to you boys. David was yourfavourite, you remember? Read him again; he'll suit you even better now, and you'll find his sins and repentance useful reading till you come tothe life and work of a diviner example than he. You will do it, forlove of mother Bhaer, who always loved her "firebrand" and hoped to savehim?'

'I will, ' answered Dan, with a sudden brightening of face that was likea sunburst through a cloud, full of promise though so short-lived andrare. 

Mrs Jo turned at once to the books and began to talk of them, knowingwell that Dan would not hear any more just then. He seemed relieved; forit was always hard for him to show his inner self, and he took pride inhiding it as an Indian does in concealing pain or fear. 

'Hallo, here's old Sintram! I remember him; used to like him and histantrums, and read about 'em to Ted. There he is riding ahead with Deathand the Devil alongside. '

As Dan looked at the little picture of the young man with horse andhound going bravely up the rocky defile, accompanied by the companionswho ride beside most men through this world, a curious impulse made MrsJo say quickly:

'That's you, Dan, just you at this time! Danger and sin are near you inthe life you lead; moods and passions torment you; the bad father leftyou to fight alone, and the wild spirit drives you to wander up and downthe world looking for peace and self-control. Even the horse and houndare there, your Octoo and Don, faithful friends, unscared by the strangemates that go with you. You have not got the armour yet, but I'm tryingto show you where to find it. Remember the mother Sintram loved andlonged to find, and did find when his battle was bravely fought, hisreward well earned? You can recollect your mother; and I have alwaysfelt that all the good qualities you possess come from her. Act out thebeautiful old story in this as in the other parts, and try to give herback a son to be proud of. '

Quite carried away by the likeness of the quaint tale to Dan's life andneeds, Mrs Jo went on pointing to the various pictures which illustratedit, and when she looked up was surprised to see how struck andinterested he seemed to be. Like all people of his temperament he wasvery impressionable, and his life among hunters and Indians had made himsuperstitious; he believed in dreams, liked weird tales, and whateverappealed to the eye or mind, vividly impressed him more than the wisestwords. The story of poor, tormented Sintram came back clearly as helooked and listened, symbolizing his secret trials even more truly thanMrs Jo knew; and just at that moment this had an effect upon him thatnever was forgotten. But all he said was:

'Small chance of that. I don't take much stock in the idea of meetingfolks in heaven. Guess mother won't remember the poor little brat sheleft so long ago; why should she?'

'Because true mothers never forget their children; and I know she wasone, from the fact that she ran away from the cruel husband, to saveher little son from bad influences. Had she lived, life would have beenhappier for you, with this tender friend to help and comfort you. Neverforget that she risked everything for your sake, and don't let it be invain. '

Mrs Jo spoke very earnestly, knowing that this was the one sweet memoryof Dan's early life, and glad to have recalled it at this moment; forsuddenly a great tear splashed down on the page where Sintram kneelsat his mother's feet, wounded, but victorious over sin and death. Shelooked up, well pleased to have touched Dan to the heart's core, as thatdrop proved; but a sweep of the arm brushed away the tell-tale, and hisbeard hid the mate to it, as he shut the book, saying with a suppressedquiver in his strong voice:

'I'll keep this, if nobody wants it. I'll read it over, and maybe itwill do me good. I'd like to meet her anywhere, but don't believe I evershall. '

'Keep it and welcome. My mother gave it to me; and when you read it tryto believe that neither of your mothers will ever forget you. '

Mrs Jo gave the book with a caress; and simply saying: 'Thanks; goodnight, ' Dan thrust it into his pocket, and walked straight away to theriver to recover from this unwonted mood of tenderness and confidence. 

Next day the travellers were off. All were in good spirits, and a cloudof handkerchiefs whitened the air as they drove away in the old bus, waving their hats to everyone and kissing their hands, especially tomother Bhaer, who said in her prophetic tone as she wiped her eyes, whenthe familiar rumble died away:

'I have a feeling that something is going to happen to some of them, andthey will never come back to me, or come back changed. Well, I can onlysay, God be with my boys!'

And He was. 

Chapter 7. THE LION AND THE LAMB

When the boys were gone a lull fell upon Plumfield, and the familyscattered to various places for brief outings, as August had come andall felt the need of change. The Professor took Mrs Jo to the mountains. The Laurences were at the seashore, and there Meg's family and the Bhaerboys took turns to visit, as someone must always be at home to keepthings in order. 

Mrs Meg, with Daisy, was in office when the events occurred which we areabout to relate. Rob and Ted were just up from Rocky Nook, and Nanwas passing a week with her friend as the only relaxation she allowedherself. Demi was off on a run with Tom, so Rob was man of the house, with old Silas as general overseer. The sea air seemed to have gone toTed's head, for he was unusually freakish, and led his gentle aunt andpoor Rob a life of it with his pranks. Octoo was worn out with the wildrides he took, and Don openly rebelled when ordered to leap and showoff his accomplishments; while the girls at college were both amused andworried by the ghosts who haunted the grounds at night, the unearthlymelodies that disturbed their studious hours, and the hairbreadthescapes of this restless boy by flood and field and fire. Somethinghappened at length which effectually sobered Ted and made a lastingimpression on both the boys; for sudden danger and a haunting fearturned the Lion into a lamb and the Lamb into a lion, as far as couragewent. 

On the first of September--the boys never forgot the date--after apleasant tramp and good luck with their fishing, the brothers werelounging in the barn; for Daisy had company, and the lads kept out ofthe way. 

'I tell you what it is, Bobby, that dog is sick. He won't play, nor eat, nor drink, and acts queerly. Dan will kill us if anything happens tohim, ' said Ted, looking at Don, who lay near his kennel resting a momentafter one of the restless wanderings which kept him vibrating betweenthe door of Dan's room and the shady corner of the yard, where hismaster had settled him with an old cap to guard till he came back. 

'It's the hot weather, perhaps. But I sometimes think he's pining forDan. Dogs do, you know, and the poor fellow has been low in his mindever since the boys went. Maybe something has happened to Dan. Donhowled last night and can't rest. I've heard of such things, ' answeredRob thoughtfully. 

'Pooh! he can't know. He's cross. I'll stir him up and take him for arun. Always makes me feel better. Hi, boy! wake up and be jolly'; andTed snapped his fingers at the dog, who only looked at him with grimindifference. 

'Better let him alone. If he isn't right tomorrow, we'll take him to DrWatkins and see what he says. ' And Rob went on watching the swallows ashe lay in the hay polishing up some Latin verses he had made. 

The spirit of perversity entered into Ted, and merely because he wastold not to tease Don he went on doing it, pretending that it was forthe dog's good. Don took no heed of his pats, commands, reproaches, orinsults, till Ted's patience gave out; and seeing a convenient switchnear by he could not resist the temptation to conquer the great houndby force, since gentleness failed to win obedience. He had the wisdom tochain Don up first; for a blow from any hand but his master's made himsavage, and Ted had more than once tried the experiment, as the dogremembered. This indignity roused Don and he sat up with a growl. Robheard it, and seeing Ted raise the switch, ran to interfere, exclaiming:

'Don't touch him! Dan forbade it! Leave the poor thing in peace; I won'tallow it. '

Rob seldom commanded, but when he did Master Ted had to give in. Histemper was up, and Rob's masterful tone made it impossible to resist onecut at the rebellious dog before he submitted. Only a single blow, butit was a costly one; for as it fell, the dog sprang at Ted with a snarl, and Rob, rushing between the two, felt the sharp teeth pierce his leg. A word made Don let go and drop remorsefully at Rob's feet, for he lovedhim and was evidently sorry to have hurt his friend by mistake. With aforgiving pat Rob left him, to limp to the barn followed by Ted, whosewrath was changed to shame and sorrow when he saw the red drops on Rob'ssock and the little wounds in his leg. 

'I'm awfully sorry. Why did you get in the way? Here, wash it up, andI'll get a rag to tie on it, ' he said quickly filling a sponge withwater and pulling out a very demoralized handkerchief. Rob usually madelight of his own mishaps and was over ready to forgive if others were toblame; but now he sat quite still, looking at the purple marks with sucha strange expression on his white face that Ted was troubled, though headded with a laugh: 'Why, you're not afraid of a little dig like that, are you, Bobby?'

'I am afraid of hydrophobia. But if Don is mad I'd rather be the one tohave it, ' answered Rob, with a smile and a shiver. 

At that dreadful word Ted turned whiter than his brother, and, dropping sponge and handkerchief, stared at him with a frightened face, whispering in a tone of despair:

'Oh, Rob, don't say it! What shall we do, what shall we do?'

'Call Nan; she will know. Don't scare Aunty, or tell a soul but Nan;she's on the back piazza; get her out here as quick as you can. I'llwash it till she comes. Maybe it's nothing; don't look so staggered, Ted. I only thought it might be, as Don is queer. '

Rob tried to speak bravely; but Ted's long legs felt strangely weak ashe hurried away, and it was lucky he met no one, for his face would havebetrayed him. Nan was swinging luxuriously in a hammock, amusing herselfwith a lively treatise on croup, when an agitated boy suddenly clutchedher, whispering, as he nearly pulled her overboard:

'Come to Rob in the barn! Don's mad and he's bitten him, and we don'tknow what to do; it's all my fault; no one must know. Oh, do be quick!'

Nan was on her feet at once, startled, but with her wits about her, andboth were off without more words as they dodged round the house whereunconscious Daisy chatted with her friends in the parlour and Aunt Megpeacefully took her afternoon nap upstairs. 

Rob was braced up, and was as calm and steady as ever when they foundhim in the harness-room, whither he had wisely retired, to escapeobservation. The story was soon told, and after a look at Don, now inhis kennel, sad and surly, Nan said slowly, with her eye on the fullwater-pan:

'Rob, there is one thing to do for the sake of safety, and it mustbe done at once. We can't wait to see if Don is--sick--or to go for adoctor. I can do it, and I will; but it is very painful, and I hate tohurt you, dear. '

A most unprofessional quiver got into Nan's voice as she spoke, and herkeen eyes dimmed as she looked at the two anxious young faces turned soconfidingly to her for help. 

'I know, burn it; well, do it, please; I can bear it. But Ted bettergo away, ' said Rob, with a firm setting of his lips, and a nod at hisafflicted brother. 

'I won't stir; I can stand it if he can, only it ought to be me!' criedTed, with a desperate effort not to cry, so full of grief and fear andshame was he that it seemed as if he couldn't bear it like a man. 

'He'd better stay and help; do him good, ' answered

Nan sternly, because, her heart was faint within her, knowing as she didall that might be in store for both poor boys. 'Keep quiet; I'll be backin a minute, ' she added, going towards the house, while her quick mindhastily planned what was best to be done. 

It was ironing day, and a hot fire still burned in the empty kitchen, for the maids were upstairs resting. Nan put a slender poker to heat, and as she sat waiting for it, covered her face with her hands, askinghelp in this sudden need for strength, courage, and wisdom; for therewas no one else to call upon, and young as she was, she knew what was tobe done if she only had the nerve to do it. Any other patient would havebeen calmly interesting, but dear, good Robin, his father's pride, hismother's comfort, everyone's favourite and friend, that he should bein danger was very terrible; and a few hot tears dropped on thewell-scoured table as Nan tried to calm her trouble by remembering howvery likely it was to be all a mistake, a natural but vain alarm. 

'I must make light of it, or the boys will break down, and then therewill be a panic. Why afflict and frighten everyone when all is in doubt?I won't. I'll take Rob to Dr Morrison at once, and have the dog man seeDon. Then, having done all we can, we will either laugh at our scare--ifit is one--or be ready for whatever comes. Now for my poor boy. '

Armed with the red-hot poker, a pitcher of ice-water, and severalhandkerchiefs from the clotheshorse, Nan went back to the barn ready todo her best in this her most serious 'emergency case'. The boys sat likestatues, one of despair, the other of resignation; and it took all Nan'sboasted nerve to do her work quickly and well. 

'Now, Rob, only a minute, then we are safe. Stand by, Ted; he may be abit faintish. '

Rob shut his eyes, clinched his hands, and sat like a hero. Ted kneltbeside him, white as a sheet, and as weak as a girl; for the pangs ofremorse were rending him, and his heart failed at the thought of allthis pain because of his wilfulness. It was all over in a moment, withonly one little groan; but when Nan looked to her assistant to hand thewater, poor Ted needed it the most, for he had fainted away, and lay onthe floor in a pathetic heap of arms and legs. 

Rob laughed, and, cheered by that unexpected sound, Nan bound up thewound with hands that never trembled, though great drops stood on herforehead; and she shared the water with patient number one before sheturned to patient number two. Ted was much ashamed, and quite brokenin spirit, when he found how he had failed at the critical moment, andbegged them not to tell, as he really could not help it; then by way offinishing his utter humiliation, a burst of hysterical tears disgracedhis manly soul, and did him a world of good. 

'Never mind, never mind, we are all right now, and no one need be thewiser, ' said Nan briskly, as poor Ted hiccoughed on Rob's shoulder, laughing and crying in the most tempestuous manner, while his brothersoothed him, and the young doctor fanned both with Silas's old strawhat. 

'Now, boys, listen to me and remember what I say. We won't alarm anyoneyet, for I've made up my mind our scare is all nonsense. Don was outlapping the water as I came by, and I don't believe he's mad any morethan I am. Still, to ease our minds and compose our spirits, and get ourguilty faces out of sight for a while, I think we had better drive intotown to my old friend Dr Morrison, and let him just take a look atmy work, and give us some quieting little dose; for we are all rathershaken by this flurry. Sit still, Rob; and Ted, you harness up while Irun and get my hat and tell Aunty to excuse me to Daisy. I don't knowthose Penniman girls, and she will be glad of our room at tea, and we'llhave a cosy bite at my house, and come home as gay as larks. '

Nan talked on as a vent for the hidden emotions which professional pridewould not allow her to show, and the boys approved her plan at once; foraction is always easier than quiet waiting. Ted went staggering away towash his face at the pump, and rub some colour into his cheeks beforehe harnessed the horse. Rob lay tranquilly on the hay, looking up at theswallows again as he lived through some very memorable moments. Boy ashe was, the thought of death coming suddenly to him, and in this way, might well make him sober; for it is a very solemn thing to be arrestedin the midst of busy life by the possibility of the great change. Therewere no sins to be repented of, few faults, and many happy, dutifulyears to remember with infinite comfort. So Rob had no fears to daunthim, no regrets to sadden, and best of all, a very strong and simplepiety to sustain and cheer him. 

'Mein Vater, ' was his first thought; for Rob was very near theProfessor's heart, and the loss of his eldest would have been a bitterblow. These words, whispered with a tremble of the lips that had been sofirm when the hot iron burned, recalled that other Father who is alwaysnear, always tender and helpful; and, folding his hands, Rob said theheartiest little prayer he ever prayed, there on the hay, to the softtwitter of the brooding birds. It did him good; and wisely laying allhis fear and doubt and trouble in God's hand, the boy felt ready forwhatever was to come, and from that hour kept steadily before him theone duty that was plain--to be brave and cheerful, keep silent, and hopefor the best. 

Nan stole her hat, and left a note on Daisy's pincushion, saying she hadtaken the boys to drive, and all would be out of the way till after tea. Then she hurried back and found her patients much better, the one forwork, the other for rest. In they got, and, putting Rob on the back seatwith his leg up drove away, looking as gay and care-free as if nothinghad happened. 

Dr Morrison made light of the affair, but told Nan she had done right;and as the much-relieved lads went downstairs, he added in a whisper:'Send the dog off for a while, and keep your eye on the boy. Don't lethim know it, and report to me if anything seems wrong. One never knowsin these cases. No harm to be careful. '

Nan nodded, and feeling much relieved now that the responsibility wasoff her shoulders, took the lads to Dr Watkins, who promised to come outlater and examine Don. A merry tea at Nan's house, which was kept openfor her all summer, did them good, and by the time they got home in thecool of the evening no sign of the panic remained but Ted's heavy eyes, and a slight limp when Rob walked. As the guests were still chatteringon the front piazza they retired to the back, and Ted soothed hisremorseful soul by swinging Rob in the hammock, while Nan told storiestill the dog man arrived. 

He said Don was a little under the weather, but no more mad than thegrey kitten that purred round his legs while the examination went on. 

'He wants his master, and feels the heat. Fed too well, perhaps. I'llkeep him a few weeks and send him home all right, ' said Dr Watkins, asDon laid his great head in his hand, and kept his intelligent eyes onhis face, evidently feeling that this man understood his trials, andknew what to do for him. 

So Don departed without a murmur, and our three conspirators tookcounsel together how to spare the family all anxiety, and give Rob therest his leg demanded. Fortunately, he always spent many hours in hislittle study, so he could lie on the sofa with a book in his handas long as he liked, without exciting any remark. Being of a quiettemperament, he did not worry himself or Nan with useless fears, butbelieved what was told him, and dismissing all dark possibilities, wentcheerfully on his way, soon recovering from the shock of what he called'our scare'. 

But excitable Ted was harder to manage, and it took all Nan's wit andwisdom to keep him from betraying the secret; for it was best to saynothing and spare all discussion of the subject for Rob's sake. Ted'sremorse preyed upon him, and having no 'Mum' to confide in, he was verymiserable. By day he devoted himself to Rob, waiting on him, talking tohim, gazing anxiously at him, and worrying the good fellow very much;though he wouldn't own it, since Ted found comfort in it. But at night, when all was quiet, Ted's lively imagination and heavy heart got thebetter of him, and kept him awake, or set him walking in his sleep. Nanhad her eye on him, and more than once administered a little dose togive him a rest, read to him, scolded him, and when she caught himhaunting the house in the watches of the night, threatened to lock himup if he did not stay in his bed. This wore off after a while; but achange came over the freakish boy, and everyone observed it, even beforehis mother returned to ask what they had done to quench the Lion'sspirits. He was gay, but not so heedless; and often when the oldwilfulness beset him, he would check it sharply, look at Rob, and giveup, or stalk away to have his sulk out alone. He no longer made fun ofhis brother's old-fashioned ways and bookish tastes, but treated himwith a new and very marked respect, which touched and pleased modestRob, and much amazed all observers. It seemed as if he felt that he owedhim reparation for the foolish act that might have cost him his life;and love being stronger than will, Ted forgot his pride, and paid hisdebt like an honest boy. 

'I don't understand it, ' said Mrs Jo, after a week of home life, muchimpressed by the good behaviour of her younger son. 'Ted is such asaint, I'm afraid we are going to lose him. Is it Meg's sweet influence, or Daisy's fine cooking, or the pellets I catch Nan giving him onthe sly? Some witchcraft has been at work during my absence, and thiswill-o'-the-wisp is so amiable, quiet, and obedient, I don't know him. '

'He is growing up, heart's-dearest, and being a precocious plant, hebegins to bloom early. I also see a change in my Robchen. He is moremanly and serious than ever, and is seldom far from me, as if hislove for the old papa was growing with his growth. Our boys will oftensurprise us in this way, Jo, and we can only rejoice over them and leavethem to become what Gott pleases. '

As the Professor spoke, his eyes rested proudly on the brothers, whocame walking up the steps together, Ted's arm over Rob's shoulder ashe listened attentively to some geological remarks Rob was making on astone he held. Usually, Ted made fun of such tastes, and loved to layboulders in the student's path, put brickbats under his pillow, gravelin his shoes, or send parcels of dirt by express to 'Prof. R. M. Bhaer'. Lately, he had treated Rob's hobbies respectfully, and had begun toappreciate the good qualities of this quiet brother whom he had alwaysloved but rather undervalued, till his courage under fire won Ted'sadmiration, and made it impossible to forget a fault, the consequencesof which might have been so terrible. The leg was still lame, thoughdoing well, and Ted was always offering an arm as support, gazinganxiously at his brother, and trying to guess his wants; for regret wasstill keen in Ted's soul, and Rob's forgiveness only made it deeper. Afortunate slip on the stairs gave Rob an excuse for limping, and no onebut Nan and Ted saw the wound; so the secret was safe up to this time. 

'We are talking about you, my lads. Come in and tell us what good fairyhas been at work while we were gone. Or is it because absence sharpensour eyes, that we find such pleasant changes when we come back?' saidMrs Jo, patting the sofa on either side, while the Professor forgot hispiles of letters to admire the pleasing prospect of his wife in a bowerof arms, as the boys sat down beside her, smiling affectionately, butfeeling a little guilty; for till now 'Mum' and 'Vater' knew every eventin their boyish lives. 

'Oh, it's only because Bobby and I have been alone so much; we are sortof twins. I stir him up a bit, and he steadies me a great deal. You andfather do the same, you know. Nice plan. I like it'; and Ted felt thathe had settled the matter capitally. 

'Mother won't thank you for comparing yourself to her, Ted. I'mflattered at being like father in any way. I try to be, ' answered Rob, as they laughed at Ted's compliment. 

'I do thank him, for it's true; and if you, Robin, do half as much foryour brother as Papa has for me, your life won't be a failure, ' saidMrs Jo heartily. 'I'm very glad to see you helping one another. It's theright way, and we can't begin too soon to try to understand the needs, virtues, and failings of those nearest us. Love should not make us blindto faults, nor familiarity make us too ready to blame the shortcomingswe see. So work away, my sonnies, and give us more surprises of thissort as often as you like. '

'The liebe Mutter has said all. I too am well pleased at the friendlybrother-warmth I find. It is good for everyone; long may it last!' andProfessor Bhaer nodded at the boys, who looked gratified, but rather ata loss how to respond to these flattering remarks. 

Rob wisely kept silent, fearing to say too much; but Ted burst out, finding it impossible to help telling something:

'The fact is I've been finding out what a brave good chap Bobby is, andI'm trying to make up for all the bother I've been to him. I knew hewas awfully wise, but I thought him rather soft, because he liked booksbetter than larks, and was always fussing about his conscience. But Ibegin to see that it isn't the fellows who talk the loudest and showoff best that are the manliest. No, sir! quiet old Bob is a hero and atrump, and I'm proud of him; so would you be if you knew all about it. '

Here a look from Rob brought Ted up with a round turn; he stopped short, grew red, and clapped his hand on his mouth in dismay. 

'Well, are we not to "know all about it"?' asked Mrs Jo quickly; for hersharp eye saw signs of danger and her maternal heart felt that somethinghad come between her and her sons. 'Boys, ' she went on solemnly, 'Isuspect that the change we talk about is not altogether the effect ofgrowing up, as we say. It strikes me that Ted has been in mischief andRob has got him out of some scrape; hence the lovely mood of my bad boyand the sober one of my conscientious son, who never hides anything fromhis mother. '

Rob was as red as Ted now, but after a moment's hesitation he looked upand answered with an air of relief:

'Yes, mother, that's it; but it's all over and no harm done, and I thinkwe'd better let it be, for a while at least. I did feel guilty to keepanything from you, but now you know so much I shall not worry and youneedn't either. Ted's sorry, I don't mind, and it has done us bothgood. '

Mrs Jo looked at Ted, who winked hard but bore the look like a man;then she turned to Rob, who smiled at her so cheerfully that she feltreassured; but something in his face struck her, and she saw what it wasthat made him seem older, graver, yet more lovable than ever. It was thelook pain of mind, as well as body, brings, and the patience of a sweetsubmission to some inevitable trial. Like a flash she guessed that somedanger had been near her boy, and the glances she had caught between thetwo lads and Nan confirmed her fears. 

'Rob, dear, you have been ill, hurt, or seriously troubled by Ted? Tellme at once; I will not have any secrets now. Boys sometimes suffer alltheir lives from neglected accidents or carelessness. Fritz, make themspeak out!'

Mr Bhaer put down his papers and came to stand before them, saying in atone that quieted Mrs Jo, and gave the boys courage:

'My sons, give us the truth. We can bear it; do not hold it back tospare us. Ted knows we forgive much because we love him, so be frank, all two. '

Ted instantly dived among the sofa pillows and kept there, with only apair of scarlet ears visible, while Rob in a few words told the littlestory, truthfully, but as gently as he could, hastening to add thecomfortable assurance that Don was not mad, the wound nearly well, andno danger would ever come of it. 

But Mrs Jo grew so pale he had to put his arms about her, and his fatherturned and walked away, exclaiming: 'Ach Himmel!' in a tone of suchmingled pain, relief, and gratitude, that Ted pulled an extra pillowover his head to smother the sound. They were all right in a minute;but such news is always a shock, even if the peril is past, and Mrs Johugged her boy close till his father came and took him away, saying witha strong shake of both hands and a quiver in his voice:

'To be in danger of one's life tries a man's mettle, and you bear itwell; but I cannot spare my good boy yet; thank Gott, we keep him safe!'

A smothered sound, between a choke and a groan, came from under thepillows, and the writhing of Ted's long legs so plainly expresseddespair that his mother relented towards him, and burrowing till shefound a tousled yellow head, pulled it out and smoothed it, exclaimingwith an irrepressible laugh, though her cheeks were wet with tears:

'Come and be forgiven, poor sinner! I know you have suffered enough, andI won't say a word; only if harm had come to Rob you would have mademe more miserable than yourself. Oh, Teddy, Teddy, do try to cure thatwilful spirit of yours before it is too late!'

'Oh, Mum, I do try! I never can forget this--I hope it's cured me; if ithasn't, I am afraid I ain't worth saving, ' answered Ted, pulling his ownhair as the only way of expressing his deep remorse. 

'Yes, you are, my dear; I felt just so at fifteen when Amy was nearlydrowned, and Marmee helped me as I'll help you. Come to me, Teddy, whenthe evil one gets hold of you, and together we'll rout him. Ah, me! I'vehad many a tussle with that old Apollyon, and often got worsted, but notalways. Come under my shield, and we'll fight till we win. '

No one spoke for a minute as Ted and his mother laughed and cried inone handkerchief, and Rob stood with his father's arm round him so happythat all was told and forgiven, though never to be forgotten; forsuch experiences do one good, and knit hearts that love more closelytogether. 

Presently Ted rose straight up and going to his father, said bravely andhumbly:

'I ought to be punished. Please do it; but first say you forgive me, asRob does. '

'Always that, mein Sohn, seventy time seven, if needs be, else I amnot worthy the name you give me. The punishment has come; I can give nogreater. Let it not be in vain. It will not with the help of the motherand the All Father. Room here for both, always!'

The good Professor opened his arms and embraced his boys like a trueGerman, not ashamed to express by gesture or by word the fatherlyemotions an American would have compressed into a slap on the shoulderand a brief 'All right'. 

Mrs Jo sat and enjoyed the prospect like a romantic soul as she was, andthen they had a quiet talk together, saying freely all that was in theirhearts, and finding much comfort in the confidence which comes when lovecasts out fear. It was agreed that nothing be said except to Nan, who was to be thanked and rewarded for her courage, discretion, andfidelity. 

'I always knew that girl had the making of a fine woman in her, and thisproves it. No panics and shrieks and faintings and fuss, but calmsense and energetic skill. Dear child, what can I give or do to show mygratitude?' said Mrs Jo enthusiastically. 

'Make Tom clear out and leave her in peace, ' suggested Ted, almosthimself again, though a pensive haze still partially obscured his nativegaiety. 

'Yes, do! he frets her like a mosquito. She forbade him to come out herewhile she stayed, and packed him off with Demi. I like old Tom, but heis a regular noodle about Nan, ' added Rob, as he went away to help hisfather with the accumulated letters. 

'I'll do it!' said Mrs Jo decidedly. 'That girl's career shall not behampered by a foolish boy's fancy. In a moment of weariness she may givein, and then it's all over. Wiser women have done so and regretted itall their lives. Nan shall earn her place first, and prove that she canfill it; then she may marry if she likes, and can find a man worthy ofher. '

But Mrs Jo's help was not needed; for love and gratitude can workmiracles, and when youth, beauty, accident, and photography are added, success is sure; as was proved in the case of the unsuspecting but toosusceptible Thomas. 

Chapter 8. JOSIE PLAYS MERMAID

While the young Bhaers were having serious experiences at home, Josiewas enjoying herself immensely at Rocky Nook; for the Laurences knew howto make summer idleness both charming and wholesome. Bess was very fondof her little cousin; Mrs Amy felt that whether her niece was an actressor not she must be a gentlewoman, and gave her the social trainingwhich marks the well-bred woman everywhere; while Uncle Laurie was neverhappier than when rowing, riding, playing, or lounging with two gaygirls beside him. Josie bloomed like a wild flower in this free life, Bess grew rosy, brisk, and merry, and both were great favourites withthe neighbours, whose villas were by the shore or perched on the cliffsalong the pretty bay. 

One crumpled rose-leaf disturbed Josie's peace, one baffled wish filledher with a longing which became a mania, and kept her as restless andwatchful as a detective with a case to 'work up'. Miss Cameron, thegreat actress, had hired one of the villas and retired thither to restand 'create' a new part for next season. She saw no one but a friendor two, had a private beach, and was invisible except during her dailydrive, or when the opera-glasses of curious gazers were fixed on ablue figure disporting itself in the sea. The Laurences knew her, butrespected her privacy, and after a call left her in peace till sheexpressed a wish for society--a courtesy which she remembered and repaidlater, as we shall see. 

But Josie was like a thirsty fly buzzing about a sealed honey-pot, forthis nearness to her idol was both delightful and maddening. She pinedto see, hear, talk with, and study this great and happy woman who couldthrill thousands by her art, and win friends by her virtue, benevolence, and beauty. This was the sort of actress the girl meant to be, and fewcould object if the gift was really hers; for the stage needs just suchwomen to purify and elevate the profession which should teach as well asamuse. If kindly Miss Cameron had known what passionate love and longingburned in the bosom of the little girl whom she idly observed skippingover the rocks, splashing about the beach, or galloping past her gate ona Shetland pony, she would have made her happy by a look or a word. Butbeing tired with her winter's work and busy with her new part, the ladytook no more notice of this young neighbour than of the sea-gulls in thebay or the daisies dancing in the fields. Nosegays left on her doorstep, serenades under her garden-wall, and the fixed stare of admiring eyeswere such familiar things that she scarcely minded them; and Josie grewdesperate when all her little attempts failed. 

'I might climb that pine-tree and tumble off on her piazza roof, or getSheltie to throw me just at her gate and be taken in fainting. It's nouse to try to drown myself when she is bathing. I can't sink, and she'donly send a man to pull me out. What can I do? I will see her and tellher my hopes and make her say I can act some day. Mamma would believeher; and if--oh, if she only would let me study with her, what perfectjoy that would be!'

Josie made these remarks one afternoon as she and Bess prepared for aswim, a fishing party having prevented their morning bathe. 

'You must bide your time, dear, and not be so impatient. Papa promisedto give you a chance before the season is over, and he always managesthings nicely. That will be better than any queer prank of yours, 'answered Bess, tying her pretty hair in a white net to match her suit, while Josie made a little lobster of herself in scarlet. 

'I hate to wait; but I suppose I must. Hope she will bathe thisafternoon, though it is low tide. She told Uncle she should have to goin then because in the morning people stared so and went on her beach. Come and have a good dive from the big rock. No one round but nurses andbabies, so we can romp and splash as much as we like. '

Away they went to have a fine time; for the little bay was free fromother bathers, and the babies greatly admired their aquatic gymnastics, both being expert swimmers. 

As they sat dripping on the big rock Josie suddenly gave a clutch thatnearly sent Bess overboard, as she cried excitedly:

'There she is! Look! coming to bathe. How splendid! Oh, if she onlywould drown a little and let me save her! or even get her toe nipped bya crab; anything so I could go and speak!'

'Don't seem to look; she comes to be quiet and enjoy herself. Pretendwe don't see her, that's only civil, ' answered Bess, affecting to beabsorbed in a white-winged yacht going by. 

'Let's carelessly float that way as if going for seaweed on the rocks. She can't mind if we are flat on our backs, with only our noses out. Then when we can't help seeing her, we'll swim back as if anxious toretire. That will impress her, and she may call to thank the very politeyoung ladies who respect her wishes, ' proposed Josie, whose lively fancywas always planning dramatic situations. 

Just as they were going to slip from their rock, as if Fate relented atlast, Miss Cameron was seen to beckon wildly as she stood waist-deep inthe water, looking down. She called to her maid, who seemed searchingalong the beach for something, and not finding what she sought, waved atowel towards the girls as if summoning them to help her. 

'Run, fly! she wants us, she wants us!' cried Josie, tumbling into thewater like a very energetic turtle, and swimming away in her best styletowards this long desired haven of joy. Bess followed more slowly, andboth came panting and smiling up to Miss Cameron, who never lifted hereyes, but said in that wonderful voice of hers:

'I've dropped a bracelet. I see it, but can't get it. Will the littleboy find me a long stick? I'll keep my eye on it, so the water shall notwash it away. '

'I'll dive for it with pleasure; but I'm not a boy, ' answered Josie, laughing as she shook the curly head which at a distance had deceivedthe lady. 

'I beg your pardon. Dive away, child; the sand is covering it fast. Ivalue it very much. Never forgot to take it off before. '

'I'll get it!' and down went Josie, to come up with a handful ofpebbles, but no bracelet. 

'It's gone; never mind--my fault, ' said Miss Cameron, disappointed, butamused at the girl's dismay as she shook the water out of her eyes andgasped bravely:

'No, it isn't. I'll have it, if I stay down all night!' and with onelong breath Josie dived again, leaving nothing but a pair of agitatedfeet to be seen. 

'I'm afraid she will hurt herself, ' said Miss Cameron, looking at Bess, whom she recognized by her likeness to her mother. 

'Oh, no; Josie is a little fish. She likes it'; and Bess smiled happilyat this wonderful granting of her cousin's desire. 

'You are Mr Laurence's daughter, I think? How d'ye do, dear? Tell papaI'm coming to see him soon. Too tired before. Quite savage. Better now. Ah! here's our pearl of divers. What luck?' she asked, as the heels wentdown and a dripping head came up. 

Josie could only choke and splutter at first, being half strangled;but though her hands had failed again, her courage had not; and with aresolute shake of her wet hair, a bright look at the tall lady, and aseries of puffs to fill her lungs, she said calmly:

'"Never give up" is my motto. I'm going to get it, if I go to Liverpoolfor it! Now, then!' and down went the mermaid quite out of sight thistime, groping like a real lobster at the bottom of the sea. 

'Plucky little girl! I like that. Who is she?' asked the lady, sittingdown on a half-covered stone to watch her diver, since the bracelet waslost sight of. 

Bess told her, adding, with the persuasive smile of her father: 'Josielongs to be an actress, and has waited for a month to see you. This is agreat happiness for her. '

'Bless the child! why didn't she come and call? I'd have let her in;though usually I avoid stage-struck girls as I do reporters, ' laughedMiss Cameron. 

There was no time for more; a brown hand, grasping the bracelet, roseout of the sea, followed by a purple face as Josie came up so blind anddizzy she could only cling to Bess, half drowned but triumphant. 

Miss Cameron drew her to the rock where she sat, and pushing the hairout of her eyes, revived her with a hearty 'Bravo! bravo!' which assuredthe girl that her first act was a hit. Josie had often imagined hermeeting with the great actress--the dignity and grace with which shewould enter and tell her ambitious hopes, the effective dress she wouldwear, the witty things she would say, the deep impression her buddinggenius would make. But never in her wildest moments had she imaginedan interview like this; scarlet, sandy, streaming, and speechless sheleaned against the illustrious shoulder, looking like a beautiful sealas she blinked and wheezed till she could smile joyfully and exclaimproudly:

'I did get it! I'm so glad!'

'Now get your breath, my dear; then I shall be glad also. It was verynice of you to take all that trouble for me. How shall I thank you?'asked the lady, looking at her with the beautiful eyes that could say somany things without words. 

Josie clasped her hands with a wet spat which rather destroyed theeffect of the gesture, and answered in a beseeching tone that would havesoftened a far harder heart than Miss Cameron's:

'Let me come and see you once--only once! I want you to tell me if Ican act; you will know. I'll abide by what you say; and if you thinkI can--by and by, when I've studied very hard--I shall be the happiestgirl in the world. May I?'

'Yes; come tomorrow at eleven. We'll have a good talk; you shall show mewhat you can do, and I'll give you my opinion. But you won't like it. '

'I will, no matter if you tell me I'm a fool. I want it settled; sodoes mamma. I'll take it bravely if you say no; and if you say yes, I'llnever give up till I've done my best--as you did. '

'Ah, my child, it's a weary road, and there are plenty of thorns amongthe roses when you've won them. I think you have the courage, and thisproves that you have perseverance. Perhaps you'll do. Come, and we'llsee. '

Miss Cameron touched the bracelet as she spoke, and smiled so kindlythat impetuous Josie wanted to kiss her; but wisely refrained, thoughher eyes were wet with softer water than any in the sea as she thankedher. 

'We are keeping Miss Cameron from her bath, and the tide is going out. Come, Josie, ' said thoughtful Bess, fearing to outstay their welcome. 

'Run over the beach and get warm. Thank you very much, little mermaid. Tell papa to bring his daughter to see me any time. Good-bye'; and witha wave of her hand the tragedy queen dismissed her court, but remainedon her weedy throne watching the two lithe figures race over the sandwith twinkling feet till they were out of sight. Then, as she calmlybobbed up and down in the water, she said to herself: 'The child has agood stage face, vivid, mobile; fine eyes, abandon, pluck, will. Perhapsshe'll do. Good stock--talent in the family. We shall see. '

Of course Josie never slept a wink, and was in a fever of joyfulexcitement next day. Uncle Laurie enjoyed the episode very much, and Aunt Amy looked out her most becoming white dress for the grandoccasion; Bess lent her most artistic hat, and Josie ranged the woodand marsh for a bouquet of wild roses, sweet white azalea, ferns, andgraceful grasses, as the offering of a very grateful heart. 

At ten she solemnly arrayed herself, and then sat looking at her neatgloves and buckled shoes till it was time to go, growing pale and soberwith the thought that her fate was soon to be decided; for, like allyoung people she was sure that her whole life could be settled by onehuman creature, quite forgetting how wonderfully Providence trains usby disappointment, surprises us with unexpected success, and turns ourseeming trials into blessings. 

'I will go alone: we shall be freer so. Oh, Bess, pray that she may tellme rightly! So much depends on that! Don't laugh, uncle! It is a veryserious moment for me. Miss Cameron knows that, and will tell you so. Kiss me, Aunt Amy, since mamma isn't here. If you say I look nice, I'mquite satisfied. Good-bye. ' And with a wave of the hand as much like hermodel's as she could make it, Josie departed, looking very pretty andfeeling very tragical. 

Sure now of admittance, she boldly rang at the door which excluded somany, and being ushered into a shady parlour, feasted her eyes uponseveral fine portraits of great actors while she waited. She had readabout most of them, and knew their trials and triumphs so well that shesoon forgot herself, and tried to imitate Mrs Siddons as Lady Macbeth, looking up at the engraving as she held her nosegay like the candle inthe sleep-walking scene, and knit her youthful brows distressfully whilemurmuring the speech of the haunted queen. So busy was she that MissCameron watched her for several minutes unseen, then startled her bysuddenly sweeping in with the words upon her lips, the look upon herface, which made that one of her greatest scenes. 

'I never can do it like that; but I'll keep trying, if you say I may, 'cried Josie, forgetting her manners in the intense interest of themoment. 

'Show me what you can do, ' answered the actress, wisely plunging intothe middle of things at once, well knowing that no common chat wouldsatisfy this very earnest little person. 

'First let me give you these. I thought you'd like wild things betterthan hot-house flowers; and I loved to bring them, as I'd no other wayto thank you for your great kindness to me, ' said Josie, offering hernosegay with a simple warmth that was very sweet. 

'I do love them best, and keep my room full of the posies some goodfairy hangs on my gate. Upon my word, I think I've found the fairyout--these are so like, ' she added quickly, as her eye went from theflowers in her hand to others that stood near by, arranged with the sametaste. 

Josie's blush and smile betrayed her before she said, with a look fullof girlish adoration and humility: 'I couldn't help it; I admire you somuch. I know it was a liberty; but as I couldn't get in myself, I lovedto think my posies pleased you. '

Something about the child and her little offering touched the woman, and, drawing Josie to her, she said, with no trace of actress in face orvoice:

'They did please me, dear, and so do you. I'm tired of praise; and loveis very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this. '

Josie remembered to have heard, among many other stories, that MissCameron lost her lover years ago, and since had lived only for art. Now she felt that this might have been true; and pity for the splendid, lonely life made her face very eloquent, as well as grateful. Then, asif anxious to forget the past, her new friend said, in the commandingway that seemed natural to her:

'Let me see what you can do. Juliet, of course. All begin with that. Poor soul, how she is murdered!'

Now, Josie had intended to begin with Romeo's much-enduring sweetheart, and follow her up with Bianca, Pauline, and several of the favouriteidols of stage-struck girls; but being a shrewd little person, shesuddenly saw the wisdom of Uncle Laurie's advice, and resolved tofollow it. So instead of the rant Miss Cameron expected, Josie gave poorOphelia's mad scene, and gave it very well, having been trained bythe college professor of elocution and done it many times. She was tooyoung, of course, but the white gown, the loose hair, the real flowersshe scattered over the imaginary grave, added to the illusion; and shesung the songs sweetly, dropped her pathetic curtsies, and vanishedbehind the curtain that divided the rooms with a backward look thatsurprised her critical auditor into a quick gesture of applause. Cheeredby that welcome sound, Josie ran back as a little hoyden in one of thefarces she had often acted, telling a story full of fun and naughtinessat first, but ending with a sob of repentance and an earnest prayer forpardon. 

'Very good! Try again. Better than I expected, ' called the voice of theoracle. 

Josie tried Portia's speech, and recited very well, giving due emphasisto each fine sentence. Then, unable to refrain from what she consideredher greatest effort, she burst into Juliet's balcony scene, ending withthe poison and the tomb. She felt sure that she surpassed herself, andwaited for applause. A ringing laugh made her tingle with indignationand disappointment, as she went to stand before Miss Cameron, saying ina tone of polite surprise:

'I have been told that I did it very well. I'm sorry you don't thinkso. '

'My dear, it's very bad. How can it help being so? What can a child likeyou know of love and fear and death? Don't try it yet. Leave tragedyalone till you are ready for it. '

'But you clapped Ophelia. '

'Yes, that was very pretty. Any clever girl can do it effectively. Butthe real meaning of Shakespeare is far above you yet, child. The comedybit was best. There you showed real talent. It was both comic andpathetic. That's art. Don't lose it. The Portia was good declamation. Go on with that sort of thing; it trains the voice--teaches shades ofexpression. You've a good voice and natural grace--great helps both, hard to acquire. '

'Well, I'm glad I've got something, ' sighed Josie, sitting meekly on astool, much crestfallen, but not daunted yet, and bound to have her sayout. 

'My dear little girl, I told you that you would not like what I shouldsay to you; yet I must be honest if I would really help you. I've had todo it for many like you; and most of them have never forgiven me, thoughmy words have proved true, and they are what I advised them to be--goodwives and happy mothers in quiet homes. A few have kept on, and donefairly well. One you will hear of soon, I think; for she has talent, indomitable patience, and mind as well as beauty. You are too youngto show to which class you belong. Geniuses are very rare, and even atfifteen seldom give much promise of future power. '

'Oh, I don't think I'm a genius!' cried Josie, growing calm and sober asshe listened to the melodious voice and looked into the expressive facethat filled her with confidence, so strong, sincere, and kindly was it. 'I only want to find out if I have talent enough to go on, and afteryears of study to be able to act well in any of the good plays peoplenever tire of seeing. I don't expect to be a Mrs Siddons or a MissCameron, much as I long to be; but it does seem as if I had somethingin me which can't come out in any way but this. When I act I'm perfectlyhappy. I seem to live, to be in my own world, and each new part is a newfriend. I love Shakespeare, and am never tired of his splendid people. Of course, I don't understand it all; but it's like being alone at nightwith the mountains and the stars, solemn and grand, and I try to imaginehow it will look when the sun comes up, and all is glorious and clear tome. I can't see, but I feel the beauty, and long to express it. '

As she spoke with the most perfect self-forgetfulness Josie was palewith excitement, her eyes shone, her lips trembled, and all her littlesoul seemed trying to put into words the emotions that filled it tooverflowing. Miss Cameron understood, felt that this was somethingmore than a girlish whim; and when she answered there was a new toneof sympathy in her voice, a new interest in her face, though she wiselyrefrained from saying all she thought, well knowing what splendid dreamsyoung people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when thebright bubbles burst. 

'If you feel this, I can give you no better advice than to go on lovingand studying our great master, ' she said slowly; but Josie caught thechanged tone, and felt, with a thrill of joy, that her new friend wasspeaking to her now as to a comrade. 'It is an education in itself, anda lifetime is not long enough to teach you all his secret. But there ismuch to do before you can hope to echo his words. Have you the patience, courage, strength, to begin at the beginning, and slowly, painfully, laythe foundation for future work? Fame is a pearl many dive for and onlya few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh formore, and lose better things in struggling for them. '

The last words seemed spoken more to herself than to her hearer, butJosie answered quickly, with a smile and an expressive gesture:

'I got the bracelet in spite of all the bitter water in my eyes. '

'You did! I don't forget it. A good omen. We will accept it. '

Miss Cameron answered the smile with one that was like sunshine to thegirl, and stretched her white hands as if taking some invisible gift. Then added in a different tone, watching the effect of her words on theexpressive face before her:

'Now you will be disappointed, for instead of telling you to come andstudy with me, or go and act in some second-rate theatre at once, Iadvise you to go back to school and finish your education. That is thefirst step, for all accomplishments are needed, and a single talentmakes a very imperfect character. Cultivate mind and body, heart andsoul, and make yourself an intelligent, graceful, beautiful, and healthygirl. Then, at eighteen or twenty, go into training and try your powers. Better start for the battle with your arms in order, and save the hardlesson which comes when we rush on too soon. Now and then genius carriesall before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slipsand falls. Can you wait as well as work?'

'I will!'

'We shall see. It would be pleasant to me to know that when I quit thestage I leave behind me a well-trained, faithful, gifted comrade tomore than fill my place, and carry on what I have much at heart--thepurification of the stage. Perhaps you are she; but remember, merebeauty and rich costumes do not make an actress, nor are the efforts ofa clever little girl to play great characters real art. It is all dazzleand sham, and a disgrace and disappointment now. Why will the public besatisfied with opera bouffe, or the trash called society plays whena world of truth and beauty, poetry and pathos lies waiting to beinterpreted and enjoyed?'

Miss Cameron had forgotten to whom she spoke, and walked to and fro, full of the noble regret all cultivated people feel at the low state ofthe stage nowadays. 

'That's what Uncle Laurie says; and he and Aunt Jo try to plan playsabout true and lovely things--simple domestic scenes that touch people'shearts, and make them laugh and cry and feel better. Uncle says thatsort is my style, and I must not think of tragedy. But it's so muchnicer to sweep about in crowns and velvet trains than to wear everydayclothes, and just be myself, though it is so easy. '

'Yet that is high art, child, and what we need for a time till we areready for the masters. Cultivate that talent of yours. It is a specialgift, this power to bring tears and smiles, and a sweeter task to touchthe heart than to freeze the blood or fire the imagination. Tell youruncle he is right, and ask your aunt to try a play for you. I'll comeand see it when you are ready. '

'Will you? Oh! will you? We are going to have some at Christmas, with anice part for me. A simple little thing, but I can do it, and should beso proud, so happy to have you there. '

Josie rose as she spoke, for a glance at the clock showed her that hercall was a long one; and hard as it was to end this momentous interview, she felt that she must go. Catching up her hat she went to Miss Cameron, who stood looking at her so keenly that she felt as transparent as apane of glass, and coloured prettily as she looked up, saying, with agrateful little tremor in her voice:

'I can never thank you for this hour and all you have told me. I shalldo just what you advise, and mamma will be very glad to see me settledat my books again. I can study now with all my heart, because it is tohelp me on; and I won't hope too much, but work and wait, and try toplease you, as the only way to pay my debt. '

'That reminds me that I have not paid mine. Little friend, wear thisfor my sake. It is fit for a mermaid, and will remind you of your firstdive. May the next bring up a better jewel, and leave no bitter water onyour lips!'

As she spoke, Miss Cameron took from the lace at her throat a prettypin of aquamarine, and fastened it like an order on Josie's proud bosom;then lifting the happy little face, she kissed it very tenderly, andwatched it go smiling away with eyes that seemed to see into a futurefull of the trials and the triumphs which she knew so well. 

Bess expected to see Josie come flying in, all raptures and excitement, or drowned in tears of disappointment, but was surprised at theexpression of calm content and resolution which she wore. Pride andsatisfaction, and a new feeling of responsibility both sobered andsustained her, and she felt that any amount of dry study and longwaiting would be bearable, if in the glorious future she could bean honour to her profession and a comrade to the new friend whom shealready adored with girlish ardour. 

She told her little story to a deeply interested audience, and allfelt that Miss Cameron's advice was good. Mrs Amy was relieved at theprospect of delay; for she did not want her niece to be an actress andhoped the fancy would die out. 

Uncle Laurie was full of charming plans and prophecies and wrote oneof his most delightful notes to thank their neighbour for her kindness;while Bess, who loved art of all kinds, fully sympathized with hercousin's ambitious hopes, only wondering why she preferred to act outher visions rather than embody them in marble. 

That first interview was not the last; for Miss Cameron was reallyinterested, and had several memorable conversations with the Laurences, while the girls sat by, drinking in every word with the delight allartists feel in their own beautiful world, and learning to see howsacred good gifts are, how powerful, and how faithfully they should beused for high ends, each in its own place helping to educate, refine, and refresh. 

Josie wrote reams to her mother; and when the visit ended rejoiced herheart by bringing her a somewhat changed little daughter, who fell towork at the once-detested books with a patient energy which surprisedand pleased everyone. The right string had been touched, and even Frenchexercises and piano practice became endurable, since accomplishmentswould be useful by and by; dress, manners, and habits were allinteresting now, because 'mind and body, heart and soul, must becultivated', and while training to become an 'intelligent, graceful, healthy girl', little Josie was unconsciously fitting herself to playher part well on whatever stage the great Manager might prepare for her. 

Chapter 9. THE WORM TURNS

Two very superior bicycles went twinkling up the road to Plumfieldone September afternoon, bearing two brown and dusty riders evidentlyreturning from a successful run, for though their legs might be a trifleweary, their faces beamed as they surveyed the world from their loftyperches with the air of calm content all wheelmen wear after they havelearned to ride; before that happy period anguish of mind and body isthe chief expression of the manly countenance. 

'Go ahead and report, Tom; I'm due here. See you later, ' said Demi, swinging himself down at the door of the Dovecote. 

'Don't peach, there's a good fellow. Let me have it out with MotherBhaer first, ' returned Tom, wheeling in at the gate with a heavy sigh. 

Demi laughed, and his comrade went slowly up the avenue, devoutly hopingthat the coast was clear; for he was the bearer of tidings which would, he thought, convulse the entire family with astonishment and dismay. 

To his great joy Mrs Jo was discovered alone in a grove of proof-sheets, which she dropped, to greet the returning wanderer cordially. But afterthe first glance she saw that something was the matter, recent eventshaving made her unusually sharp-eyed and suspicious. 

'What is it now, Tom?' she asked, as he subsided into an easy-chair witha curious expression of mingled fear, shame, amusement, and distress inhis brick-red countenance. 

'I'm in an awful scrape, ma'am. '

'Of course; I'm always prepared for scrapes when you appear. What isit? Run over some old lady who is going to law about it?' asked Mrs Jocheerfully. 

'Worse than that, ' groaned Tom. 

'Not poisoned some trusting soul who asked you to prescribe, I hope?'

'Worse than that. '

'You haven't let Demi catch any horrid thing and left him behind, haveyou?'

'Worse even than that. '

'I give it up. Tell me quick; I hate to wait for bad news. '

Having got his listener sufficiently excited, Tom launched histhunderbolt in one brief sentence, and fell back to watch the effect. 

'I'm engaged!'

Mrs Jo's proof-sheets flew wildly about as she clasped her hands, exclaiming in dismay:

'If Nan has yielded, I'll never forgive her!'

'She hasn't; it's another girl. '

Tom's face was so funny as he said the words, that it was impossibleto help laughing; for he looked both sheepish and pleased, besides verymuch perplexed and worried. 

'I'm glad, very glad indeed! Don't care who it is; and I hope you'llbe married soon. Now tell me all about it, ' commanded Mrs Jo, so muchrelieved that she felt ready for anything. 

'What will Nan say?' demanded Tom, rather taken aback at this view ofhis predicament. 

'She will be rejoiced to get rid of the mosquito who has plagued her solong. Don't worry about Nan. Who is this "other girl"?'

'Demi hasn't written about her?'

'Only something about your upsetting a Miss West down at Quitno; Ithought that was scrape enough. '

'That was only the beginning of a series of scrapes. Just my luck! Ofcourse after sousing the poor girl I had to be attentive to her, hadn'tI? Everyone seemed to think so, and I couldn't get away, and so I waslost before I knew it. It's all Demi's fault, he would stay there andfuss with his old photos, because the views were good and all the girlswanted to be taken. Look at these, will you, ma'am? That's the way wespent our time when we weren't playing tennis'; and Tom pulled ahandful of pictures from his pocket, displaying several in which he wasconspicuous, either holding a sun-umbrella over a very pretty young ladyon the rocks, reposing at her feet in the grass, or perched on a piazzarailing with other couples in seaside costumes and effective attitudes. 

'This is she of course?' asked Mrs Jo, pointing to the much-ruffleddamsel with the jaunty hat, coquettish shoes, and racquet in her hand. 

'That's Dora. Isn't she lovely?' cried Tom, forgetting his tribulationsfor a moment and speaking with lover-like ardour. 

'Very nice little person to look at. Hope she is not a Dickens Dora?That curly crop looks like it. '

'Not a bit; she's very smart; can keep house, and sew, and do lotsof things, I assure you, ma'am. All the girls like her, and she'ssweet-tempered and jolly, and sings like a bird, and dances beautifully, and loves books. Thinks yours are splendid, and made me talk about youno end. '

'That last sentence is to flatter me and win my help to get you out ofthe scrape. Tell me first how you got in'; and Mrs Jo settled herself tolisten with interest, never tired of boys' affairs. 

Tom gave his head a rousing rub all over to clear his wits, and plungedinto his story with a will. 

'Well, we've met her before, but I didn't know she was there. Demiwanted to see a fellow, so we went, and finding it nice and cool restedover Sunday. Found some pleasant people and went out rowing; I had Dora, and came to grief on a confounded rock. She could swim, no harm done, only the scare and the spoilt gown. She took it well, and we gotfriendly at once--couldn't help it, scrambling into that beast of a boatwhile the rest laughed at us. Of course we had to stay another day tosee that Dora was all right. Demi wanted to. Alice Heath is down thereand two other girls from our college, so we sort of lingered along, and Demi kept taking pictures, and we danced, and got into a tennistournament; and that was as good exercise as wheeling, we thought. Factis, tennis is a dangerous game, ma'am. A great deal of courting goeson in those courts, and we fellows find that sort of "serving" mightyagreeable, don't you know?'

'Not much tennis in my day, but I understand perfectly, ' said Mrs Jo, enjoying it all as much as Tom did. 

'Upon my word, I hadn't the least idea of being serious, ' he continuedslowly, as if this part of his tale was hard to tell; 'but everyone elsespooned, so I did. Dora seemed to like it and expect it, and of courseI was glad to be agreeable. She thought I amounted to something, thoughNan does not, and it was pleasant to be appreciated after years ofsnubbing. Yes, it was right down jolly to have a sweet girl smile at youall day, and blush prettily when you said a neat thing to her, and lookglad when you came, sorry when you left, and admire all you did, andmake you feel like a man and act your best. That's the sort of treatmenta fellow enjoys and ought to get if he behaves himself; not frowns andcold shoulders year in and year out, and made to look like a fool whenhe means well, and is faithful, and has loved a girl ever since he was aboy. No, by Jove, it's not fair, and I won't stand it!'

Tom waxed warm and eloquent as he thought over his wrongs, and bouncedup to march about the room, wagging his head and trying to feelaggrieved as usual, but surprised to find that his heart did not ache abit. 

'I wouldn't. Drop the old fancy, for it was nothing more, and take upthe new one, if it is genuine. But how came you to propose, Tom, as youmust have done to be engaged?' asked Mrs Jo, impatient for the crisis ofthe tale. 

'Oh, that was an accident. I didn't mean it at all; the donkey did it, and I couldn't get out of the scrape without hurting Dora's feelings, you see, ' began Tom, seeing that the fatal moment had come. 

'So there were two donkeys in it, were there?' said Mrs Jo, foreseeingfun of some sort. 

'Don't laugh! It sounds funny, I know; but it might have been awful, 'answered Tom darkly, though a twinkle of the eye showed that his lovetrials did not quite blind him to the comic side of the adventure. 

'The girls admired our new wheels, and of course we liked to show off. Took 'em to ride, and had larks generally. Well, one day, Dora wason behind, and we were going nicely along a good bit of road, when aridiculous old donkey got right across the way. I thought he'd move, buthe didn't, so I gave him a kick; he kicked back, and over we went in aheap, donkey and all. Such a mess! I thought only of Dora, and she hadhysterics; at least, she laughed till she cried, and that beast brayed, and I lost my head. Any fellow would, with a poor girl gasping in theroad, and he wiping her tears and begging pardon, not knowing whetherher bones were broken or not. I called her my darling, and went on likea fool in my flurry, till she grew calmer, and said, with such a look:"I forgive you, Tom. Pick me up, and let us go on again. "

'Wasn't that sweet now, after I'd upset her for the second time? Ittouched me to the heart; and I said I'd like to go on for ever with suchan angel to steer for, and--well I don't know what I did say; but youmight have knocked me down with a feather when she put her arm round myneck and whispered: "Tom, dear, with you I'm not afraid of any lions inthe path. " She might have said donkeys; but she was in earnest, and shespared my feelings. Very nice of the dear girl; but there I am with twosweethearts on my hands, and in a deuce of a scrape. '

Finding it impossible to contain herself another moment, Mrs Jo laughedtill the tears ran down her cheeks at this characteristic episode; andafter one reproachful look, which only added to her merriment, Tom burstinto a jolly roar that made the room ring. 

'Tommy Bangs! Tommy Bangs! who but you could ever get into such acatastrophe?' said Mrs Jo, when she recovered her breath. 

'Isn't it a muddle all round, and won't everyone chaff me to death aboutit? I shall have to quit old Plum for a while, ' answered Tom, as hemopped his face, trying to realize the full danger of his position. 

'No, indeed; I'll stand by you, for I think it the best joke of theseason. But tell me how things ended. Is it really serious, or only asummer flirtation? I don't approve of them, but boys and girls will playwith edged tools and cut their fingers. '

'Well, Dora considers herself engaged, and wrote to her people at once. I couldn't say a word when she took it all in solemn earnest and seemedso happy. She's only seventeen, never liked anyone before, and is sureall will be all right; as her father knows mine, and we are both welloff. I was so staggered that I said:

'"Why, you can't love me really when we know so little of one another?"But she answered right out of her tender little heart: "Yes, I do, dearly, Tom; you are so gay and kind and honest, I couldn't help it. "Now, after that what could I do but go ahead and make her happy while Istayed, and trust to luck to straighten the snarl out afterwards?'

'A truly Tomian way of taking things easy. I hope you told your fatherat once. '

'Oh yes, I wrote off and broke it to him in three lines. I said: "DearFather, I'm engaged to Dora West, and I hope she will suit the family. She suits me tip-top. Yours ever, Tom. " He was all right, never likedNan, you know; but Dora will suit him down to the ground. ' And Tomlooked entirely satisfied with his own tact and taste. 

'What did Demi say to this rapid and funny lovemaking? Wasn't hescandalized?' asked Mrs Jo, trying not to laugh again as she thought ofthe unromantic spectacle of donkey, bicycle, boy, and girl all in thedust together. 

'Not a bit. He was immensely interested and very kind; talked to me likea father; said it was a good thing to steady a fellow, only I must behonest with her and myself and not trifle a moment. Demi is a regularSolomon, especially when he is in the same boat, ' answered Tom, lookingwise. 

'You don't mean--?' gasped Mrs Jo, in sudden alarm at the bare idea ofmore love-affairs just yet. 

'Yes, I do, please, ma'am; it's a regular sell all the way through, andI owe Demi one for taking me into temptation blindfold. He said he wentto Quitno to see Fred Wallace, but he never saw the fellow. How couldhe, when Wallace was off in his yacht all the time we were there? Alicewas the real attraction, and I was left to my fate, while they weremaundering round with that old camera. There were three donkeys inthis affair, and I'm not the worst one, though I shall have to bear thelaugh. Demi will look innocent and sober, and no one will say a word tohim. '

'The midsummer madness has broken out, and no one knows who will bestricken next. Well, leave Demi to his mother, and let us see what youare going to do, Tom. '

'I don't know exactly; it's awkward to be in love with two girls atonce. What do you advise?'

'A common-sense view of the case, by all means. Dora loves you andthinks you love her. Nan does not care for you, and you only care forher as a friend, though you have tried to do more. It is my opinion, Tom, that you love Dora, or are on the way to it; for in all theseyears I've never seen you look or speak about Nan as you do about Dora. Opposition has made you obstinately cling to her till accident has shownyou a more attractive girl. Now, I think you had better take the oldlove for a friend, the new one for a sweetheart, and in due time, if thesentiment is genuine, marry her. '

If Mrs Jo had any doubts about the matter, Tom's face would have provedthe truth of her opinion; for his eyes shone, his lips smiled, and inspite of dust and sunburn a new expression of happiness quite glorifiedhim as he stood silent for a moment, trying to understand the beautifulmiracle which real love works when it comes to a young man's heart. 

'The fact is I meant to make Nan jealous, for she knows Dora, and I wassure would hear of our doings. I was tired of being walked on, and Ithought I'd try to break away and not be a bore and a laughing-stock anymore, ' he said slowly, as if it relieved him to pour out his doubts andwoes and hopes and joys to his old friend. 'I was regularly astonishedto find it so easy and so pleasant. I didn't mean to do any harm, but drifted along beautifully, and told Demi to mention things in hisletters to Daisy, so Nan might know. Then I forgot Nan altogether, andsaw, heard, felt, cared for no one but Dora, till the donkey--bless hisold heart!--pitched her into my arms and I found she loved me. Upon mysoul, I don't see why she should! I'm not half good enough. '

'Every honest man feels that when an innocent girl puts her hand in his. Make yourself worthy of her, for she isn't an angel, but a woman withfaults of her own for you to bear, and forgive, and you must help oneanother, ' said Mrs Jo, trying to realize that this sober youth was herscapegrace Tommy. 

'What troubles me is that I didn't mean it when I began, and was goingto use the dear girl as an instrument of torture for Nan. It wasn'tright, and I don't deserve to be so happy. If all my scrapes ended aswell as this, what a state of bliss I should be in!' and Tom beamedagain at the rapturous prospect. 

'My dear boy, it is not a scrape, but a very sweet experience suddenlydawning upon you, ' answered Mrs Jo, speaking very soberly; for she sawhe was in earnest. 'Enjoy it wisely and be worthy of it, for it is aserious thing to accept a girl's love and trust, and let her look up toyou for tenderness and truth in return. Don't let little Dora look invain, but be a man in all things for her sake, and make this affection ablessing to you both. '

'I'll try. Yes, I do love her, only I can't believe it just yet. Wishyou knew her. Dear little soul, I long to see her already! She criedwhen we parted last night and I hated to go. ' Tom's hand went to hischeek as if he still felt the rosy little seal Dora had set upon hispromise not to forget her, and for the first time in his happy-go-luckylife Tommy Bangs understood the difference between sentiment andsentimentality. The feeling recalled Nan, for he had never known thattender thrill when thinking of her, and the old friendship seemed rathera prosaic affair beside this delightful mingling of romance, surprise, love, and fun. 'I declare, I feel as if a weight was off me, butwhat the dickens will Nan say when she knows it!' he exclaimed with achuckle. 

'Knows what?' asked a clear voice that made both start and turn, forthere was Nan calmly surveying them from the doorway. 

Anxious to put Tom out of suspense and see how Nan would take the news, Mrs Jo answered quickly:

'Tom's engagement to Dora West. '

'Really?' and Nan looked so surprised that Mrs Jo was afraid she mightbe fonder of her old playmate than she knew; but her next words set thefear at rest, and made everything comfortable and merry at once. 

'I knew my prescription would work wonders if he only took it longenough. Dear old Tom, I'm so glad. Bless you! bless you!' And she shookboth his hands with hearty affection. 

'It was an accident, Nan. I didn't mean to, but I'm always getting intomesses, and I couldn't seem to get out of this any other way. MotherBhaer will tell you all about it. I must go and make myself tidy. Goingto tea with Demi. See you later. '

Stammering, blushing, and looking both sheepish and gratified, Tomsuddenly bolted, leaving the elder lady to enlighten the younger atlength, and have another laugh over this new sort of courtship, whichmight well be called accidental. Nan was deeply interested, for she knewDora, thought her a nice little thing, and predicted that in time shewould make Tom an excellent wife, since she admired and 'appreciated'him so much. 

'I shall miss him of course, but it will be a relief to me and betterfor him; dangling is so bad for a boy. Now he will go into businesswith his father and do well, and everyone be happy. I shall give Dora anelegant family medicine-chest for a wedding-present, and teach her howto use it. Tom can't be trusted, and is no more fit for the professionthan Silas. '

The latter part of this speech relieved Mrs Jo's mind, for Nan hadlooked about her as if she had lost something valuable when she began;but the medicine-chest seemed to cheer her, and the thought of Tom in asafe profession was evidently a great comfort. 

'The worm has turned at last, Nan, and your bond-man is free. Let himgo, and give your whole mind to your work; for you are fitted forthe profession, and will be an honour to it by and by, ' she saidapprovingly. 

'I hope so. That reminds me--measles are in the village, and you hadbetter tell the girls not to call where there are children. It wouldbe bad to have a run of them just as term begins. Now I'm off to Daisy. Wonder what she will say to Tom. Isn't he great fun?' And Nan departed, laughing over the joke with such genuine satisfaction that it wasevident no sentimental regrets disturbed her 'maiden meditation, fancy-free'. 

'I shall have my eye on Demi, but won't say a word. Meg likes to manageher children in her own way, and a very good way it is. But the dearPelican will be somewhat ruffled if her boy has caught the epidemicwhich seems to have broken out among us this summer. '

Mrs Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady calledlove, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when wintergaiety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, andset young people to pairing off like the birds. Franz began it, Nat wasa chronic and Tom a sudden case; Demi seemed to have the symptoms; andworst of all, her own Ted had only the day before calmly said to her:'Mum, I think I should be happier if I had a sweetheart, like the otherboys. ' If her cherished son had asked her for dynamite to play with, shewould hardly have been more startled, or have more decidedly refused theabsurd request. 

'Well, Barry Morgan said I ought to have one and offered to pick me outa nice one among our set. I asked Josie first, and she hooted at theidea, so I thought I'd let Barry look round. You say it steadies afellow, and I want to be steady, ' explained Ted in a serious tone, whichwould have convulsed his parent at any other time. 

'Good lack! What are we coming to in this fast age when babes and boysmake such demands and want to play with one of the most sacred things inlife?' exclaimed Mrs Jo, and having in a few words set the matter in itstrue light, sent her son away to wholesome baseball and Octoo for a safesweetheart. 

Now, here was Tom's bomb-shell to explode in their midst, carryingwidespread destruction, perhaps; for though one swallow does not make asummer, one engagement is apt to make several, and her boys were, mostof them, at the inflammable age when a spark ignites the flame, whichsoon flickers and dies out, or burns warm and clear for life. Nothingcould be done about it but to help them make wise choices, and be worthyof good mates. But of all the lessons Mrs Jo had tried to teach herboys, this great one was the hardest; for love is apt to make lunaticsof even saints and sages, so young people cannot be expected to escapethe delusions, disappointments, and mistakes, as well as the delights, of this sweet madness. 

'I suppose it is inevitable, since we live in America, so I won't borrowtrouble, but hope that some of the new ideas of education will produce afew hearty, happy, capable, and intelligent girls for my lads. Lucky forme that I haven't the whole twelve on my hands, I should lose my wits ifI had, for I foresee complications and troubles ahead worse than Tom'sboats, bicycles, donkeys, and Doras, ' meditated Mrs Jo, as she went backto her neglected proof-sheets. 

Tom was quite satisfied with the tremendous effect his engagementproduced in the little community at Plumfield. 

'It was paralysing, ' as Demi said; and astonishment left most of Tom'smates little breath for chaff. That he, the faithful one, should turnfrom the idol to strange goddesses, was a shock to the romantic and awarning to the susceptible. It was comical to see the airs our Thomasput on; for the most ludicrous parts of the affair were kindly buried inoblivion by the few who knew them, and Tom burst forth as a full-blownhero who had rescued the maiden from a watery grave, and won hergratitude and love by his daring deed. Dora kept the secret, and enjoyedthe fun when she came to see Mother Bhaer and pay her respects to thefamily generally. Everyone liked her at once, for she was a gay andwinning little soul; fresh, frank, and so happy, it was beautiful to seeher innocent pride in Tom, who was a new boy, or man rather; for withthis change in his life a great change took place in him. Jolly he wouldalways be, and impulsive, but he tried to become all that Dora believedhim, and his best side came uppermost for everyday wear. It wassurprising to see how many good traits Tom had; and his efforts topreserve the manly dignity belonging to his proud position as an engagedman was very comical. So was the entire change from his former abasementand devotion to Nan to a somewhat lordly air with his little betrothed;for Dora made an idol of him, and resented the idea of a fault or a flawin her Tom. This new state of things suited both, and the once blightedbeing bloomed finely in the warm atmosphere of appreciation, love, andconfidence. He was very fond of the dear girl, but meant to be a slaveno longer, and enjoyed his freedom immensely, quite unconscious that thegreat tyrant of the world had got hold of him for life. 

To his father's satisfaction he gave up his medical studies, andprepared to go into business with the old gentleman, who was aflourishing merchant, ready now to make the way smooth and smile uponhis marriage with Mr West's well-endowed daughter. The only thorn inTom's bed of roses was Nan's placid interest in his affairs, and evidentrelief at his disloyalty. He did not want her to suffer, but a decentamount of regret at the loss of such a lover would have gratified him;a slight melancholy, a word of reproach, a glance of envy as he passedwith adoring Dora on his arm, seemed but the fitting tribute to suchyears of faithful service and sincere affection. But Nan regarded himwith a maternal sort of air that nettled him very much, and pattedDora's curly head with a worldlywise air worthy of the witheredspinster, Julia Mills, in David Copperfield. 

It took some time to get the old and the new emotions comfortablyadjusted, but Mrs Jo helped him, and Mr Laurie gave him some wise adviceupon the astonishing gymnastic feats the human heart can perform, andbe all the better for it if it only held fast to the balancing-poleof truth and common sense. At last our Tommy got his bearings, and asautumn came on Plumfield saw but little of him; for his new lode starwas in the city, and business kept him hard at work. He was evidentlyin his right place now, and soon throve finely, to his father's greatcontentment; for his jovial presence pervaded the once quiet office likea gale of fresh wind, and his lively wits found managing men andaffairs much more congenial employment than studying disease, or playingunseemly pranks with skeletons. 

Here we will leave him for a time and turn to the more seriousadventures of his mates, though this engagement, so merrily made, wasthe anchor which kept our mercurial Tom happy, and made a man of him. 

Chapter 10. DEMI SETTLES

'Mother, can I have a little serious conversation with you?' asked Demione evening, as they sat together enjoying the first fire of the season, while Daisy wrote letters upstairs and Josie was studying in the littlelibrary close by. 

'Certainly, dear. No bad news, I hope?' and Mrs Meg looked up from hersewing with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety on her motherly face; forshe dearly loved a good talk with her son, and knew that he always hadsomething worth telling. 

'It will be good news for you, I think, ' answered Demi, smiling as hethrew away his paper and went to sit beside her on the little sofa whichjust held two. 

'Let me hear it, then, at once. '

'I know you don't like the reporting, and will be glad to hear that Ihave given it up. '

'I am very glad! It is too uncertain a business, and there is noprospect of getting on for a long time. I want you settled in some goodplace where you can stay, and in time make money. I wish you liked aprofession; but as you don't, any clean, well-established business willdo. '

'What do you say to a railroad office?'

'I don't like it. A noisy, hurried kind of place, I know, with all sortsof rough men about. I hope it isn't that, dear?'

'I could have it; but does book-keeping in a wholesale leather businessplease you better?'

'No; you'll get round-shouldered writing at a tall desk; and they say, once a book-keeper always a book-keeper. '

'How does a travelling agent suit your views?'

'Not at all; with all those dreadful accidents, and the exposure and badfood as you go from place to place, you are sure to get killed or loseyour health. '

'I could be private secretary to a literary man; but the salary issmall, and may end any time. '

'That would be better, and more what I want. It isn't that I object tohonest work of any kind; but I don't want my son to spend his best yearsgrubbing for a little money in a dark office, or be knocked about in arough-and-tumble scramble to get on. I want to see you in some businesswhere your tastes and talents can be developed and made useful; whereyou can go on rising, and in time put in your little fortune and be apartner; so that your years of apprenticeship will not be wasted, butfit you to take your place among the honourable men who make theirlives and work useful and respected. I talked it all over with your dearfather when you were a child; and if he had lived he would have shownyou what I mean, and helped you to be what he was. '

Mrs Meg wiped away a quiet tear as she spoke; for the memory of herhusband was a very tender one, and the education of his children hadbeen a sacred task to which she gave all her heart and life, and sofar she had done wonderfully well--as her good son and loving daughterstried to prove. Demi's arm was round her now, as he said, in a voice solike his father's that it was the sweetest music to her ear:

'Mother dear, I think I have got just what you want for me; and it shallnot be my fault if I don't become the man you hope to see me. Let metell you all about it. I didn't say anything till it was sure because itwould only worry you; but Aunt Jo and I have been on the look-out for itsome time, and now it has come. You know her publisher, Mr Tiber, is oneof the most successful men in the business; also generous, kind, andthe soul of honour--as his treatment of Aunty proves. Well, I've ratherhankered for that place; for I love books, and as I can't make them I'dlike to publish them. That needs some literary taste and judgement, itbrings you in contact with fine people, and is an education in itself. Whenever I go into that large, handsome room to see Mr Tiber for AuntJo, I always want to stay; for it's lined with books and pictures, famous men and women come and go, and Mr Tiber sits at his desk likea sort of king, receiving his subjects; for the greatest authors arehumble to him, and wait his Yes or No with anxiety. Of course I'venothing to do with all that, and may never have; but I like to see it, and the atmosphere is so different from the dark offices and hurly-burlyof many other trades, where nothing but money is talked about, that itseems another world, and I feel at home in it. Yes, I'd rather beat thedoor-mats and make fires there than be head clerk in the great hide andleather store at a big salary. ' Here Demi paused for breath; and MrsMeg, whose face had been growing brighter and brighter, exclaimedeagerly:

'Just what I should like! Have you got it? Oh, my dear boy! your fortuneis made if you go to that well-established and flourishing place, withthose good men to help you along!'

'I think I have, but we mustn't be too sure of anything yet. I may notsuit; I'm only on trial, and must begin at the beginning and work my wayup faithfully. Mr Tiber was very kind, and will push me on as fast asis fair to the other fellows, and as I prove myself fit to go up. I'm tobegin the first of next month in the book-room, filling orders; and Igo round and get orders, and do various other things of the sort. I likeit. I am ready to do anything about books, if it's only to dust them, 'laughed Demi, well pleased with his prospects, for, after trying variousthings, he seemed at last to have found the sort of work he liked, and aprospect that was very inviting to him. 

'You inherit that love of books from grandpa; he can't live withoutthem. I'm glad of it. Tastes of that kind show a refined nature, and areboth a comfort and a help all one's life. I am truly glad and grateful, John, that at last you want to settle, and have got such an entirelysatisfactory place. Most boys begin much earlier; but I don't believein sending them out to face the world so young, just when body and soulneed home care and watchfulness. Now you are a man, and must begin yourlife for yourself. Do your best, and be as honest, useful, and happy asyour father, and I won't care about making a fortune. '

'I'll try, mother. Couldn't have a better chance; for Tiber & Co. Treattheir people like gentlemen, and pay generously for faithful work. Things are done in a businesslike way there, and that suits me. I hatepromises that are not kept, and shiftless or tyrannical ways anywhere. Mr Tiber said: "This is only to teach you the ropes, Brooke; I shallhave other work for you by and by. " Aunty told him I had done booknotices, and had rather a fancy for literature; so though I can'tproduce any "works of Shakespeare", as she says, I may get up somelittle things later. If I don't, I think it a very honourable and nobleprofession to select and give good books to the world; and I'm satisfiedto be a humble helper in the work. '

'I'm glad you feel so. It adds so much to one's happiness to love thetask one does. I used to hate teaching; but housekeeping for my ownfamily was always sweet, though much harder in many ways. Isn't Aunt Jopleased about all this?' asked Mrs Meg, already seeing in her mind'seye a splendid sign with 'Tiber, Brooke & Co. ' over the door of a famouspublishing house. 

'So pleased that I could hardly keep her from letting the cat out of thebag too soon. I've had so many plans, and disappointed you so often, Iwanted to be very sure this time. I had to bribe Rob and Ted to keep herat home tonight till I'd told my news, she was eager to rush down andtell you herself. The castles that dear woman has built for me wouldfill all Spain, and have kept us jolly while we waited to know our fate. Mr Tiber doesn't do things in a hurry; but when he makes up his mind, you are all right; and I feel that I am fairly launched. '

'Bless you, dear, I hope so! It is a happy day for me, because I've beenso anxious lest, with all my care, I have been too easy and indulgent, and my boy, with his many good gifts, might fritter his time away inharmless but unsatisfactory things. Now I am at ease about you. Ifonly Daisy can be happy, and Josie give up her dream, I shall be quitecontented. '

Demi let his mother enjoy herself for a few minutes, while he smiledover a certain little dream of his own, not ready yet for the telling;then he said, in the paternal tone which he unconsciously used whenspeaking of his sisters:

'I'll see to the girls; but I begin to think grandpa is right insaying we must each be what God and nature makes us. We can't change itmuch--only help to develop the good and control the bad elements in us. I have fumbled my way into my right place at last, I hope. Let Daisy behappy in her way, since it is a good and womanly one. If Nat comes homeall right, I'd say: "Bless you, my children, " and give them a nest oftheir own. Then you and I will help little Jo to find out if it is to be"All the world's a stage" or "Home, sweet home", for her. '

'I suppose we must, John; but I can't help making plans, and hoping theywill come to pass. I see that Daisy is bound up in Nat; and if he isworthy of her I shall let them be happy in their own way, as my parentslet me. But Josie will be a trial, I foresee; and much as I love thestage, and always did, I don't see how I can ever let my little girl bean actress, though she certainly has great talent for it. '

'Whose fault is that?' asked Demi, smiling, as he remembered hismother's early triumphs and unquenchable interest in the dramaticefforts of the young people round her. 

'Mine, I know. How could it be otherwise when I acted Babes in the Woodwith you and Daisy before you could speak, and taught Josie to declaimMother Goose in her cradle. Ah, me! the tastes of the mother come out inher children, and she must atone for them by letting them have their ownway, I suppose. ' And Mrs Meg laughed, even while she shook her head overthe undeniable fact that the Marches were a theatrical family. 

'Why not have a great actress of our name, as well as an authoress, aminister, and an eminent publisher? We don't choose our talents, but weneedn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want. Isay, let Jo have her way, and do what she can. Here am I to take care ofher; and you can't deny you'd enjoy fixing her furbelows, and seeing hershine before the footlights, where you used to long to be. Come, mother, better face the music and march gaily, since your wilful children will"gang their ain gait". '

'I don't see but I must, and "leave the consequences to the Lord", asMarmee used to say when she had to decide, and only saw a step of theroad. I should enjoy it immensely, if I could only feel that the lifewould not hurt my girl, and leave her unsatisfied when it was too lateto change; for nothing is harder to give up than the excitements of thatprofession. I know something of it; and if your blessed father had notcome along, I'm afraid I should have been an actress in spite of AuntMarch and all our honoured ancestors. '

'Let Josie add new honour to the name, and work out the family talentin its proper place. I'll play dragon to her, and you play nurse, andno harm can come to our little Juliet, no matter how many Romeos spoonunder her balcony. Really, ma'am, opposition comes badly from an oldlady who is going to wring the hearts of our audience in the heroine'spart in Aunty's play next Christmas. It's the most pathetic thing Iever saw, mother; and I'm sorry you didn't become an actress, though weshould be nowhere if you had. '

Demi was on his legs now, with his back to the fire, in the lordlyattitude men like to assume when things go well with them, or they wantto lay down the law on any subject. 

Mrs Meg actually blushed at her son's hearty praise, and could notdeny that the sound of applause was as sweet now as when she played theWitch's Curse and The Moorish Maiden's Vow long years ago. 

'It's perfectly absurd for me to do it, but I couldn't resist when Joand Laurie made the part for me, and you children were to act in it. Theminute I get on the old mother's dress I forget myself and feel the samethrill at the sound of the bell that I used to feel when we got up playsin the garret. If Daisy would only take the daughter's part it wouldbe so complete; for with you and Josie I am hardly acting, it is all soreal. '

'Especially the hospital scene, where you find the wounded son. Why, mother, do you know when we did that at last rehearsal my face was wetwith real tears as you cried over me. It will bring down the house; butdon't forget to wipe 'em off, or I shall sneeze, ' said Demi, laughing atthe recollection of his mother's hit. 

'I won't; but it almost broke my heart to see you so pale and dreadful. I hope there will never be another war in my time, for I should have tolet you go; and I never want to live through the same experience we hadwith father. '

'Don't you think Alice does the part better than Daisy would? Daisyhasn't a bit of the actress in her, and Alice puts life into the dullestwords she speaks. I think the Marquise is just perfect in our piece, 'said Demi, strolling about the room as if the warmth of the fire sent asudden colour to his face. 

'So do I. She is a dear girl, and I'm proud and fond of her. Where isshe tonight?'

'Pegging away at her Greek, I suppose. She usually is in the evening. More's the pity, ' added Demi, in a low tone, as he stared intently atthe book-case, though he couldn't read a title. 

'Now, there is a girl after my own heart. Pretty, well-bred, well-educated, and yet domestic, a real companion as well as help-meetfor some good and intelligent man. I hope she will find one. '

'So do I, ' muttered Demi. 

Mrs Meg had taken up her work again, and was surveying a half-finishedbuttonhole with so much interest that her son's face escaped her eye. Heshed a beaming smile upon the rows of poets, as if even in their glassprison they could sympathize and rejoice with him at the first rosy dawnof the great passion which they knew so well. But Demi was a wise youth, and never leaped before looking carefully. He hardly knew his own heartyet, and was contented to wait till the sentiment, the fluttering ofthose folded wings he began to feel, should escape from the chrysalisand be ready to soar away in the sunshine to seek and claim its lovelymate. He had said nothing; but the brown eyes were eloquent, and therewas an unconscious underplot to all the little plays he and Alice Heathacted so well together. She was busy with her books, bound to graduatewith high honours, and he was trying to do the same in that largercollege open to all, and where each man has his own prize to win orlose. Demi had nothing but himself to offer and, being a modest youth, considered that a poor gift till he had proved his power to earn hisliving, and the right to take a woman's happiness into his keeping. 

No one guessed that he had caught the fever except sharp-eyed Josie, andshe, having a wholesome fear of her brother--who could be rather awfulwhen she went too far--wisely contented herself with watching him like alittle cat, ready to pounce on the first visible sign of weakness. Demihad taken to playing pensively upon his flute after he was in hisroom for the night, making this melodious friend his confidante, andbreathing into it all the tender hopes and fears that filled his heart. Mrs Meg, absorbed in domestic affairs, and Daisy, who cared for no musicbut Nat's violin, paid no heed to these chamber concerts, but Josiealways murmured to herself, with a naughty chuckle, 'Dick Swiveller isthinking of his Sophy Wackles, ' and bided her time to revenge certainwrongs inflicted upon her by Demi, who always took Daisy's side when shetried to curb the spirits of her unruly little sister. 

This evening she got her chance, and made the most of it. Mrs Meg wasjust rounding off her buttonhole, and Demi still strolling restlesslyabout the room, when a book was heard to slam in the study, followed byan audible yawn and the appearance of the student looking as if sleepand a desire for mischief were struggling which should be master. 

'I heard my name; have you been saying anything bad about me?' shedemanded, perching on the arm of an easychair. 

Her mother told the good news, over which Josie duly rejoiced, and Demireceived her congratulations with a benignant air which made her feelthat too much satisfaction was not good for him, and incited her to puta thorn into his bed of roses at once. 

'I caught something about the play just now, and I want to tell you thatI'm going to introduce a song into my part to liven it up a bit. Howwould this do?' and seating herself at the piano she began to sing tothese words the air of 'Kathleen Mavourneen':

 'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell The love that transfigures the whole earth to me? The longing that causes my bosom to swell, When I dream of a life all devoted to thee?'

She got no further, for Demi, red with wrath, made a rush at her, andthe next moment a very agile young person was seen dodging round tablesand chairs with the future partner of Tiber & Co. In hot pursuit. 'Youmonkey, how dare you meddle with my papers?' cried the irate poet, making futile grabs at the saucy girl, who skipped to and fro, waving abit of paper tantalizingly before him. 

'Didn't; found it in the big "Dic". Serves you right if you leave yourrubbish about. Don't you like my song? It's very pretty. '

'I'll teach you one that you won't like if you don't give me myproperty. '

'Come and get it if you can'; and Josie vanished into the study to haveout her squabble in peace, for Mrs Meg was already saying:

'Children, children! don't quarrel. '

The paper was in the fire by the time Demi arrived and he at once calmeddown, seeing that the bone of contention was out of the way. 

'I'm glad it's burnt; I don't care for it, only some verse I was tryingto set to music for one of the girls. But I'll trouble you to let mypapers alone, or I shall take back the advice I gave mother tonightabout allowing you to act as much as you like. '

Josie was sobered at once by this dire threat, and in her most wheedlingtone begged to know what he had said. By way of heaping coals of fireon her head he told her, and this diplomatic performance secured him anally on the spot. 

'You dear old boy! I'll never tease you again though you moon and spoonboth day and night. If you stand by me, I'll stand by you and never saya word. See here! I've got a note for you from Alice. Won't that be apeace-offering and soothe your little feelings?'

Demi's eyes sparkled as Josie held up a paper cocked hat, but as heknew what was probably in it, he took the wind out of Josie's sails, andfilled her with blank astonishment by saying carelessly:

'That's nothing; it's only to say whether she will go to the concertwith us tomorrow night. You can read it if you like. '

With the natural perversity of her sex Josie ceased to be curious themoment she was told to read it, and meekly handed it over; but shewatched Demi as he calmly read the two lines it contained and then threwit into the fire. 'Why, Jack, I thought you'd treasure every scrap the"sweetest maid" touched. Don't you care for her?'

'Very much; we all do; but "mooning and spooning", as you elegantlyexpress it, is not in my line. My dear little girl, your plays make youromantic, and because Alice and I act lovers sometimes you take it intoyour silly head that we are really so. Don't waste time hunting maresnests, but attend to your own affairs and leave me to mine. I forgiveyou, but don't do it again; it's bad taste, and tragedy queens don'tromp. '

The last cut finished Josie; she humbly begged pardon and went off tobed, while Demi soon followed, feeling that he had not only settledhimself but his too inquisitive little sister also. But if he had seenher face as she listened to the soft wailing of his flute he would nothave been so sure, for she looked as cunning as a magpie as she said, with a scornful sniff: 'Pooh, you can't deceive me; I know Dick isserenading Sophy Wackles. '

Chapter 11. EMIL'S THANKSGIVING

The Brenda was scudding along with all sail set to catch the risingwind, and everyone on board was rejoicing, for the long voyage wasdrawing towards an end. 

'Four weeks more, Mrs Hardy, and we'll give you a cup of tea such as younever had before, ' said second mate Hoffmann, as he paused beside twoladies sitting in a sheltered corner of the deck. 

'I shall be glad to get it, and still gladder to put my feet on solidground, ' answered the elder lady, smiling; for our friend Emil wasa favourite, as well he might be, since he devoted himself to thecaptain's wife and daughter, who were the only passengers on board. 

'So shall I, even if I have to wear a pair of shoes like Chinese junks. I've tramped up and down the deck so much, I shall be barefooted ifwe don't arrive soon, ' laughed Mary, the daughter, showing two shabbylittle boots as she glanced up at the companion of these tramps, remembering gratefully how pleasant he had made them. 

'Don't think there are any small enough in China, ' answered Emil, with asailor's ready gallantry, privately resolving to hunt up the handsomestshoes he could find the moment he landed. 

'I don't know what you would have done for exercise, dear, if MrHoffmann had not made you walk every day. This lazy life is bad foryoung people, though it suits an old body like me well enough in calmweather. Is this likely to be a gale, think ye?' added Mrs Hardy, withan anxious glance at the west, where the sun was setting redly. 

'Only a capful of wind, ma'am, just enough to send us along lively, 'answered Emil, with a comprehensive glance aloft and alow. 

'Please sing, Mr Hoffmann, it's so pleasant to have music at thistime. We shall miss it very much when we get ashore, ' said Mary, ina persuasive tone which would have won melody from a shark, if such athing were possible. 

Emil had often blessed his one accomplishment during these months, forit cheered the long days, and made the twilight hour his happiesttime, wind and weather permitting. So now he gladly tuned his pipe, andleaning on the taffrail near the girl, watched the brown locks blowingin the wind as he sang her favourite song:

 'Give me freshening breeze, my boys, A white and swelling sail, A ship that cuts the dashing waves, And weathers every gale. What life is like a sailor's life, So free, so bold, so brave? His home the ocean's wide expanse, A coral bed his grave. '

Just as the last notes of the clear, strong voice died away, Mrs Hardysuddenly exclaimed: 'What's that?' Emil's quick eye saw at once thelittle puff of smoke coming up a hatchway where no smoke should be, andhis heart seemed to stand still for an instant as the dread word 'Fire!'flashed through his mind. Then he was quite steady, and strolled awaysaying quietly:

'Smoking not allowed there, I'll go and stop it. ' But the instant hewas out of sight his face changed, and he leaped down the hatchway, thinking, with a queer smile on his lips: 'If we are afire, shouldn'twonder if I did make a coral bed my grave!'

He was gone a few minutes, and when he came up, half stifled with smoke, he was as white as a very brown man could be, but calm and cool as hewent to report to the captain. 

'Fire in the hold, sir. '

'Don't frighten the women, ' was Captain Hardy's first order; then bothbe stirred themselves to discover how strong the treacherous enemy was, and to rout it if possible. 

The Brenda's cargo was a very combustible one, and in spite of thestreams of water poured into the hold it was soon evident that the shipwas doomed. Smoke began to ooze up between the planks everywhere, andthe rising gale soon fanned the smouldering fire to flames that beganto break out here and there, telling the dreadful truth too plainly foranyone to hide. Mrs Hardy and Mary bore the shock bravely when told tobe ready to quit the ship at a minute's notice; the boats were hastilyprepared, and the men worked with a will to batten down every loopholewhence the fire might escape. Soon the poor Brenda was a floatingfurnace, and the order to 'Take to the boats!' came for all. The womenfirst, of course, and it was fortunate that, being a merchantman, therewere no more passengers on board, so there was no panic, and one afterthe other the boats pushed off. That in which the women were lingerednear, for the brave captain would be the last to leave his ship. 

Emil stayed by him till ordered away, and reluctantly obeyed; but it waswell for him he went, for just as he had regained the boat, rocking farbelow, half hidden by a cloud of smoke, a mast, undermined by thefire now raging in the bowels of the ship, fell with a crash, knockingCaptain Hardy overboard. The boat soon reached him as he floated outfrom the wreck, and Emil sprung into the sea to rescue him, for he waswounded and senseless. This accident made it necessary for the young manto take command, and he at once ordered the men to pull for their lives, as an explosion might occur at any moment. 

The other boats were out of danger and all lingered to watch thesplendid yet awesome spectacle of the burning ship alone on the widesea, reddening the night and casting a lurid glare upon the water, wherefloated the frail boats filled with pale faces, all turned for a lastlook at the fated Brenda, slowly settling to her watery grave. No onesaw the end, however, for the gale soon swept the watchers far away andseparated them, some never to meet again till the sea gives up its dead. 

The boat whose fortunes we must follow was alone when dawn came up, showing these survivors all the dangers of their situation. Food andwater had been put in, and such provision for comfort and safety as timeallowed; but it was evident that with a badly wounded man, two women, and seven sailors, their supply would not last long, and help was sorelyneeded. Their only hope was in meeting a ship, although the gale, whichhad raged all night, had blown them out of their course. To this hopeall clung, and wiled away the weary hours, watching the horizon andcheering one another with prophecies of speedy rescue. 

Second mate Hoffmann was very brave and helpful, though his unexpectedresponsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders; for the captain's stateseemed desperate, the poor wife's grief wrung his heart, and the blindconfidence of the young girl in his power to save them made him feelthat no sign of doubt or fear must lessen it. The men did their partreadily now, but Emil knew that if starvation and despair made brutes ofthem, his task might be a terrible one. So he clutched his courage withboth hands, kept up a manly front, and spoke so cheerily of their goodchances, that all instinctively turned to him for guidance and support. 

The first day and night passed in comparative comfort, but when thethird came, things looked dark and hope began to fail. The wounded manwas delirious, the wife worn out with anxiety and suspense, the girlweak for want of food, having put away half her biscuit for her mother, and given her share of water to wet her father's feverish lips. Thesailors ceased rowing and sat grimly waiting, openly reproaching theirleader for not following their advice, others demanding more food, allwaxing dangerous as privation and pain brought out the animal instinctslurking in them. Emil did his best, but mortal man was helpless there, and he could only turn his haggard face from the pitiless sky, thatdropped no rain for their thirst, to the boundless sea where no sailappeared to gladden their longing eyes. All day he tried to cheer andcomfort them, while hunger gnawed, thirst parched, and growing fear layheavy at his heart. He told stories to the men, implored them to bear upfor the helpless women's sake, and promised rewards if they would pullwhile they had strength to regain the lost route, as nearly as he couldmake it out, and increase their chance of rescue. He rigged an awningof sailcloth over the suffering man and tended him like a son, comfortedthe wife, and tried to make the pale girl forget herself, by singingevery song he knew or recounting his adventures by land and sea, tillshe smiled and took heart; for all ended well. 

The fourth day came and the supply of food and water was nearly gone. Emil proposed to keep it for the sick man and the women, but two of themen rebelled, demanding their share. Emil gave up his as an example, andseveral of the good fellows followed it, with the quiet heroism which sooften crops up in rough but manly natures. This shamed the others, and for another day an ominous peace reigned in that little world ofsuffering and suspense. But during the night, while Emil, worn out withfatigue, left the watch to the most trustworthy sailor, that he mightsnatch an hour's rest, these two men got at the stores and stole thelast of the bread and water, and the one bottle of brandy, which wascarefully hoarded to keep up their strength and make the brackish waterdrinkable. Half mad with thirst, they drank greedily and by morning onewas in a stupor, from which he never woke; the other so crazed bythe strong stimulant, that when Emil tried to control him, he leapedoverboard and was lost. Horror-stricken by this terrible scene, theother men were submissive henceforth, and the boat floated on and onwith its sad freight of suffering souls and bodies. 

Another trial came to them that left all more despairing than before. Asail appeared, and for a time a frenzy of joy prevailed, to be turnedto bitterest disappointment when it passed by, too far away to seethe signals waved to them or hear the frantic cries for help that rangacross the sea. Emil's heart sank then, for the captain seemed dying, and the women could not hold out much longer. He kept up till nightcame; then in the darkness, broken only by the feeble murmuring of thesick man, the whispered prayers of the poor wife, the ceaseless swash ofwaves, Emil hid his face, and had an hour of silent agony that aged himmore than years of happy life could have done. It was not the physicalhardship that daunted him, though want and weakness tortured him; it washis dreadful powerlessness to conquer the cruel fate that seemed hangingover them. The men he cared little for, since these perils were but apart of the life they chose; but the master he loved, the good woman whohad been so kind to him, the sweet girl whose winsome presence had madethe long voyage so pleasant for them all--if he could only save thesedear and innocent creatures from a cruel death, he felt that he couldwillingly give his life for them. 

As he sat there with his head in his hands, bowed down by the firstgreat trial of his young life, the starless sky overhead, the restlesssea beneath, and all around him suffering, for which he had no help, asoft sound broke the silence, and he listened like one in a dream. Itwas Mary singing to her mother, who lay sobbing in her arms, spent withthis long anguish. A very faint and broken voice it was, for the poorgirl's lips were parched with thirst; but the loving heart turnedinstinctively to the great Helper in this hour of despair, and He heardher feeble cry. It was a sweet old hymn often sung at Plumfield; and ashe listened, all the happy past came back so clearly that Emil forgotthe bitter present, and was at home again. His talk on the housetopwith Aunt Jo seemed but yesterday, and, with a pang of self-reproach, hethought:

'The scarlet strand! I must remember it, and do my duty to the end. Steer straight, old boy; and if you can't come into port, go down withall sail set. '

Then, as the soft voice crooned on to lull the weary woman to afitful sleep, Emil for a little while forgot his burden in a dream ofPlumfield. He saw them all, heard the familiar voices, felt the grip ofwelcoming hands, and seemed to say to himself: 'Well, they shall not beashamed of me if I never see them any more. '

A sudden shout startled him from that brief rest, and a drop on hisforehead told him that the blessed rain had come at last, bringingsalvation with it; for thirst is harder to bear than hunger, heat, orcold. Welcomed by cries of joy, all lifted up their parched lips, heldout their hands, and spread their garments to catch the great drops thatsoon came pouring down to cool the sick man's fever, quench the agony ofthirst, and bring refreshment to every weary body in the boat. All nightit fell, all night the castaways revelled in the saving shower, and tookheart again, like dying plants revived by heaven's dew. The clouds brokeaway at dawn, and Emil sprung up, wonderfully braced and cheered bythose hours of silent gratitude for this answer to their cry for help. But this was not all; as his eye swept the horizon, clear against therosy sky shone the white sails of a ship, so near that they could seethe pennon at her mast-head and black figures moving on the deck. 

One cry broke from all those eager throats, and rang across the sea, asevery man waved hat or handkerchief and the women stretched imploringhands towards this great white angel of deliverance coming down uponthem as if the fresh wind filled every sail to help her on. 

No disappointment now; answering signals assured them of help; and inthe rapture of that moment the happy women fell on Emil's neck, giving him his reward in tears and blessings as their grateful heartsoverflowed. He always said that was the proudest moment of his life, as he stood there holding Mary in his arms; for the brave girl, who hadkept up so long, broke down then, and clung to him half fainting; whileher mother busied herself about the invalid, who seemed to feel thejoyful stir, and gave an order, as if again on the deck of his lostship. 

It was soon over; and then all were safely aboard the good Urania, homeward bound. Emil saw his friends in tender hands, his men amongtheir mates, and told the story of the wreck before he thought ofhimself. The savoury odour of the soup, carried by to the cabin for theladies, reminded him that he was starving, and a sudden staggerbetrayed his weakness. He was instantly borne away, to be half killed bykindness, and being fed, clothed, and comforted, was left to rest. Justas the surgeon left the state-room, he asked in his broken voice: 'Whatday is this? My head is so confused, I've lost my reckoning. '

'Thanksgiving Day, man! And we'll give you a regular New England dinner, if you'll eat it, ' answered the surgeon heartily. 

But Emil was too spent to do anything, except lie still and give thanks, more fervently and gratefully than ever before, for the blessed gift oflife, which was the sweeter for a sense of duty faithfully performed. 

Chapter 12. DAN'S CHRISTMAS

Where was Dan? In prison. Alas for Mrs Jo! how her heart would haveached if she had known that while old Plum shone with Christmas cheerher boy sat alone in his cell, trying to read the little book shegave him, with eyes dimmed now and then by the hot tears no physicalsuffering had ever wrung from him, and longing with a homesick heart forall that he had lost. 

Yes, Dan was in prison; but no cry for help from him as he faced theterrible strait he was in with the dumb despair of an Indian at thestake; for his own bosom sin had brought him there, and this was tobe the bitter lesson that tamed the lawless spirit and taught himself-control. 

The story of his downfall is soon told; for it came, as so oftenhappens, just when he felt unusually full of high hopes, goodresolutions, and dreams of a better life. On his journey he met apleasant young fellow, and naturally felt an interest in him, asBlair was on his way to join his elder brothers on a ranch in Kansas. Card-playing was going on in the smoking-car, and the lad--for he wasbarely twenty--tired with the long journey, beguiled the way with suchpartners as appeared, being full of spirits, and a little intoxicatedwith the freedom of the West. Dan, true to his promise, would not join, but watched with intense interest the games that went on, and soon madeup his mind that two of the men were sharpers anxious to fleece the boy, who had imprudently displayed a well-filled pocket-book. Dan always hada soft spot in his heart for any younger, weaker creature whom he met, and something about the lad reminded him of Teddy; so he kept an eye onBlair, and warned him against his new friends. 

Vainly, of course; for when all stopped overnight in one of the greatcities, Dan missed the boy from the hotel whither he had taken himfor safe-keeping; and learning who had come for him, went to find him, calling himself a fool for his pains, yet unable to leave the confidingboy to the dangers that surrounded him. 

He found him gambling in a low place with the men, who were bound tohave his money; and by the look of relief on Blair's anxious face whenhe saw him Dan knew without words that things were going badly with him, and he saw the peril too late. 

'I can't come yet--I've lost; it's not my money; I must get it back, orI dare not face my brothers, ' whispered the poor lad, when Dan beggedhim to get away without further loss. Shame and fear made him desperate;and he played on, sure that he could recover the money confided tohis care. Seeing Dan's resolute face, keen eye, and travelled air, thesharpers were wary, played fair, and let the boy win a little; but theyhad no mind to give up their prey, and finding that Dan stood sentinelat the boy's back, an ominous glance was exchanged between them, whichmeant:

'We must get this fellow out of the way. '

Dan saw it, and was on his guard; for he and Blair were strangers, evildeeds are easily done in such places, and no tales told. But he wouldnot desert the boy, and still kept watch of every card till he plainlydetected false play, and boldly said so. High words passed, Dan'sindignation overcame his prudence; and when the cheat refused to restorehis plunder with insulting words and drawn pistol, Dan's hot temperflashed out, and he knocked the man down with a blow that sent himcrashing head first against a stove, to roll senseless and bleeding tothe floor. A wild scene followed, but in the midst of it Dan whisperedto the boy: 'Get away, and hold your tongue. Don't mind me. '

Frightened and bewildered, Blair quitted the city at once, leaving Danto pass the night in the lock-up, and a few days later to stand in courtcharged with manslaughter; for the man was dead. Dan had no friends, andhaving once briefly told the story, held his peace, anxious to keep allknowledge of this sad affair from those at home. He even concealed hisname--giving that of David Kent, as he had done several times before inemergencies. It was all over very soon; but as there were extenuatingcircumstances his sentence was a year in prison, with hard labour. 

Dazed by the rapidity with which this horrible change in his life cameupon him, Dan did not fully realize it till the iron door clanged behindhim and he sat alone in a cell as narrow, cold, and silent as a tomb. Heknew that a word would bring Mr Laurie to help and comfort him; but hecould not bear to tell of this disgrace, or see the sorrow and the shameit would cause the friends who hoped so much for him. 

'No, ' he said, clenching his fist, 'I'll let them think me dead first. I shall be if I am kept here long'; and he sprang up to pace the stonefloor like a caged lion, with a turmoil of wrath and grief, rebellionand remorse, seething in heart and brain, till he felt as if he shouldgo mad and beat upon the walls that shut him away from the liberty whichwas his life. For days he suffered terribly, then worn out, sank into ablack melancholy sadder to see than his excitement. 

The warden of this prison was a rough man who had won the ill will ofall by unnecessary harshness, but the chaplain was full of sympathy, anddid his hard duty faithfully and tenderly. He laboured with poor Dan, but seemed to make no impression, and was forced to wait till work hadsoothed the excited nerves and captivity tamed the proud spirit thatwould suffer but not complain. 

Dan was put in the brush-shop, and feeling that activity was his onlysalvation, worked with a feverish energy that soon won the approval ofthe master and the envy of less skilful mates. Day after day he sat inhis place, watched by an armed overseer, forbidden any but necessarywords, no intercourse with the men beside him, no change but from cellto shop, no exercise but the dreary marches to and fro, each man's handon the other's shoulder keeping step with the dreary tramp so differentfrom the ringing tread of soldiers. Silent, gaunt, and grim, Dan did hisdaily task, ate his bitter bread, and obeyed commands with a rebelliousflash of the eye, that made the warden say:

'That's a dangerous man. Watch him. He'll break out some day. '

There were others more dangerous than he, because older in crimeand ready for any desperate outbreak to change the monotony of longsentences. These men soon divined Dan's mood, and in the mysterious wayconvicts invent, managed to convey to him before a month was overthat plans were being made for a mutiny at the first opportunity. Thanksgiving Day was one of the few chances for them to speak togetheras they enjoyed an hour of freedom in the prison yard. Then all wouldbe settled and the rash attempt made if possible, probably to end inbloodshed and defeat for most, but liberty for a few. Dan had alreadyplanned his own escape and bided his time, growing more and more moody, fierce, and rebellious, as loss of liberty wore upon soul and body; forthis sudden change from his free, healthy life to such a narrow, gloomy, and miserable one, could not but have a terrible effect upon one ofDan's temperament and age. 

He brooded over his ruined life, gave up all his happy hopes and plans, felt that he could never face dear old Plumfield again, or touch thosefriendly hands, with the stain of blood upon his own. He did not carefor the wretched man whom he had killed, for such a life was betterended, he thought; but the disgrace of prison would never be wiped outof his memory, though the cropped hair would grow again, the grey suiteasily be replaced, and the bolts and bars left far behind. 

'It's all over with me; I've spoilt my life, now let it go. I'll give upthe fight and get what pleasure I can anywhere, anyhow. They shall thinkme dead and so still care for me, but never know what I am. Poor MotherBhaer! she tried to help me, but it's no use; the firebrand can't besaved. '

And dropping his head in his hands as he sat on his low bed, Dan wouldmourn over all he had lost in tearless misery, till merciful sleep wouldcomfort him with dreams of the happy days when the boys played together, or those still later and happier ones when all smiled on him, andPlumfield seemed to have gained a new and curious charm. 

There was one poor fellow in Dan's shop whose fate was harder than his, for his sentence expired in the spring, but there was little hope of hisliving till that time; and the coldest-hearted man pitied poor Mason ashe sat coughing his life away in that close place and counting the wearydays yet to pass before he could see his wife and little child again. There was some hope that he might be pardoned out, but he had no friendsto bestir themselves in the matter, and it was evident that the greatJudge's pardon would soon end his patient pain for ever. 

Dan pitied him more than he dared to show, and this one tender emotionin that dark time was like the little flower that sprung up between thestones of the prison yard and saved the captive from despair, in thebeautiful old story. Dan helped Mason with his work when he was toofeeble to finish his task, and the grateful look that thanked him wasa ray of sunshine to cheer his cell when he was alone. Mason envied thesplendid health of his neighbour, and mourned to see it wasting there. He was a peaceful soul and tried, as far as a whispered word or warningglance could do it, to deter Dan from joining the 'bad lot', as therebels were called. But having turned his face from the light, Dan foundthe downward way easy, and took a grim satisfaction in the prospect ofa general outbreak during which he might revenge himself upon thetyrannical warden, and strike a blow for his own liberty, feeling thatan hour of insurrection would be a welcome vent for the pent-up passionsthat tormented him. He had tamed many a wild animal, but his own lawlessspirit was too much for him, till he found the curb that made him masterof himself. 

The Sunday before Thanksgiving, as he sat in chapel, Dan observedseveral guests in the seats reserved for them, and looked anxiouslyto see if any familiar face was there; for he had a mortal fear thatsomeone from home would suddenly confront him. No, all were strangers, and he soon forgot them in listening to the chaplain's cheerful words, and the sad singing of many heavy hearts. People often spoke to theconvicts, so it caused no surprise when, on being invited to addressthem, one of the ladies rose and said she would tell them a littlestory; which announcement caused the younger listeners to pack up theirears, and even the older ones to look interested; for any change intheir monotonous life was welcome. 

The speaker was a middle-aged woman in black, with a sympathetic face, eyes full of compassion, and a voice that seemed to warm the heart, because of certain motherly tones in it. She reminded Dan of Mrs Jo, andhe listened intently to every word, feeling that each was meant for him, because by chance, they came at the moment when he needed a softeningmemory to break up the ice of despair which was blighting all the goodimpulses of his nature. 

It was a very simple little story, but it caught the men's attention atonce, being about two soldiers in a hospital during the late war, both badly wounded in the right arm, and both anxious to save thesebreadwinners and go home unmaimed. One was patient, docile, andcheerfully obeyed orders, even when told that the arm must go. Hesubmitted and after much suffering recovered, grateful for life, thoughhe could fight no more. The other rebelled, would listen to no advice, and having delayed too long, died a lingering death, bitterly regrettinghis folly when it was too late. 'Now, as all stories should have alittle moral, let me tell you mine, ' added the lady, with a smile, asshe looked at the row of young men before her, sadly wondering whatbrought them there. 

'This is a hospital for soldiers wounded in life's battle; here are sicksouls, weak wills, insane passions, blind consciences, all the ills thatcome from broken laws, bringing their inevitable pain and punishmentwith them, There is hope and help for every one, for God's mercy isinfinite and man's charity is great; but penitence and submission mustcome before the cure is possible. Pay the forfeit manfully, for it isjust; but from the suffering and shame wring new strength for a noblerlife. The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both armsthan his soul; and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be madethe most precious of your lives, if they teach you to rule yourselves. Ofriends, try to outlive the bitter past, to wash the sin away, and beginanew. If not for your own sakes, for that of the dear mothers, wives, and children, who wait and hope so patiently for you. Remember them, and do not let them love and long in vain. And if there be any hereso forlorn that they have no friend to care for them, never forget theFather whose arms are always open to receive, forgive, and comfortHis prodigal sons, even at the eleventh hour. ' There the little sermonended; but the preacher of it felt that her few hearty words had notbeen uttered in vain, for one boy's head was down, and several faceswore the softened look which told that a tender memory was touched. Danwas forced to set his lips to keep them steady, and drop his eyes tohide the sudden dew that dimmed them when waiting, hoping friends werespoken of. He was glad to be alone in his cell again, and sat thinkingdeeply, instead of trying to forget himself in sleep. It seemed as ifthose words were just what he needed to show him where he stood and howfateful the next few days might be to him. Should he join the 'bad lot', and perhaps add another crime to the one already committed, lengthen thesentence already so terrible to bear, deliberately turn his back on allthat was good, and mar the future that might yet be redeemed? Or shouldhe, like the wiser man in the story, submit, bear the just punishment, try to be better for it; and though the scar would remain, it mightserve as a reminder of a battle not wholly lost, since he had saved hissoul though innocence was gone? Then he would dare go home, perhaps, confess, and find fresh strength in the pity and consolation of thosewho never gave him up. 

Good and evil fought for Dan that night as did the angel and the devilfor Sintram, and it was hard to tell whether lawless nature or lovingheart would conquer. Remorse and resentment, shame and sorrow, pride andpassion, made a battle-field of that narrow cell, and the poor fellowfelt as if he had fiercer enemies to fight now than any he had met inall his wanderings. A little thing turned the scale, as it so often doesin these mysterious hearts of ours, and a touch of sympathy helped Dandecide the course which would bless or ban his life. 

In the dark hour before the dawn, as he lay wakeful on his bed, a rayof light shone through the bars, the bolts turned softly, and a man camein. It was the good chaplain, led by the same instinct that brings amother to her sick child's pillow; for long experience as nurse of soulshad taught him to see the signs of hope in the hard faces about him, and to know when the moment came for a helpful word and the cordialof sincere prayer that brings such comfort and healing to tried andtroubled hearts. He had been to Dan before at unexpected hours, butalways found him sullen, indifferent, or rebellious, and had gone awayto patiently bide his time. Now it had come; a look of relief was in theprisoner's face as the light shone on it, and the sound of a humanvoice was strangely comfortable after listening to the whispers ofthe passions, doubts, and fears which had haunted the cell for hours, dismaying Dan by their power, and showing him how much he needed help tofight the good fight, since he had no armour of his own. 

'Kent, poor Mason has gone. He left a message for you, and I feltimpelled to come and give it now, because I think you were touched bywhat we heard today, and in need of the help Mason tried to give you, 'said the chaplain, taking the one seat and fixing his kind eyes on thegrim figure in the bed. 

'Thank you, sir, I'd like to hear it, ' was all Dan's answer; but heforgot himself in pity for the poor fellow dead in prison, with no lastlook at wife or child. 

He went suddenly, but remembered you, and begged me to say these words:"Tell him not to do it, but to hold on, do his best, and when his timeis out go right to Mary, and she'll make him welcome for my sake. He'sgot no friends in these parts and will feel lonesome, but a woman'salways safe and comfortable when a fellow's down on his luck. Give himmy love and good-bye for he was kind to me, and God will bless him forit. " Then he died quietly, and tomorrow will go home with God's pardon, since man's came too late. '

Dan said nothing, but laid his arm across his face and lay quite still. Seeing that the pathetic little message had done its work even betterthan he hoped, the chaplain went on, unconscious how soothing hispaternal voice was to the poor prisoner who longed to 'go home', butfelt he had forfeited the right. 

'I hope you won't disappoint this humble friend whose last thought wasfor you. I know that there is trouble brewing, and fear that you may betempted to lend a hand on the wrong side. Don't do it, for the plot willnot succeed--it never does--and it would be a pity to spoil your recordwhich is fair so far. Keep up your courage, my son, and go out at theyear's end better, not worse, for this hard experience. Remember agrateful woman waits to welcome and thank you if you have no friends ofyour own; if you have, do your best for their sake, and let us ask Godto help you as He only can. '

Then waiting for no answer the good man prayed heartily, and Danlistened as he never had before; for the lonely hour, the dying message, the sudden uprising of his better self, made it seem as if some kindangel had come to save and comfort him. After that night there was achange in Dan, though no one knew it but the chaplain; for to all therest he was the same silent, stern, unsocial fellow as before, andturning his back on the bad and the good alike, found his only pleasurein the books his friend brought him. Slowly, as the steadfast drop wearsaway the rock, the patient kindness of this man won Dan's confidence, and led by him he began to climb out of the Valley of Humiliationtowards the mountains, whence, through the clouds, one can catchglimpses of the Celestial City whither all true pilgrims sooner orlater turn their wistful eyes and stumbling feet. There were manyback-slidings, many struggles with Giant Despair and fiery Apollyon, many heavy hours when life did not seem worth living and Mason's escapethe only hope. But through all, the grasp of a friendly hand, the soundof a brother's voice, the unquenchable desire to atone for the past by abetter future, and win the right to see home again, kept poor Dan to hisgreat task as the old year drew to its end, and the new waited to turnanother leaf in the book whose hardest lesson he was learning now. 

At Christmas he yearned so for Plumfield that he devised a way to send aword of greeting to cheer their anxious hearts, and comfort his own. Hewrote to Mary Mason, who lived in another State, asking her to mail theletter he enclosed. In it he merely said he was well and busy, had givenup the farm, and had other plans which he would tell later; would notbe home before autumn probably, nor write often, but was all right, andsent love and merry Christmas to everyone. 

Then he took up his solitary life again, and tried to pay his forfeitmanfully. 

Chapter 13. NAT'S NEW YEAR

'I don't expect to hear from Emil yet, and Nat writes regularly, butwhere is Dan? Only two or three postals since he went. Such an energeticfellow as he is could buy up all the farms in Kansas by this time, ' saidMrs Jo one morning when the mail came in and no card or envelope boreDan's dashing hand. 

'He never writes often, you know, but does his work and then comeshome. Months and years seem to mean little to him, and he is probablyprospecting in the wilderness, forgetful of time, ' answered Mr Bhaer, deep in one of Nat's long letters from Leipzig. 

'But he promised he would let me know how he got on, and Dan keeps hisword if he can. I'm afraid something has happened to him'; and Mrs Jocomforted herself by patting Don's head, as he came at the sound of hismaster's name to look at her with eyes almost human in their wistfulintelligence. 

'Don't worry, Mum dear, nothing ever happens to the old fellow. He'llturn up all right, and come stalking in some day with a gold-mine in onepocket and a prairie in the other, as jolly as a grig, ' said Ted, whowas in no haste to deliver Octoo to her rightful owner. 

'Perhaps he has gone to Montana and given up the farm plan. He seemed tolike Indians best, I thought'; and Rob went to help his mother with herpile of letters and his cheerful suggestions. 

'I hope so, it would suit him best. But I am sure he would have told ushis change of plan and sent for some money to work with. No, I feel inmy prophetic bones that something is wrong, ' said Mrs Jo, looking assolemn as Fate in a breakfast-cap. 

'Then we shall hear; ill news always travels fast. Don't borrow trouble, Jo, but hear how well Nat is getting on. I'd no idea the boy would carefor anything but music. My good friend Baumgarten has launched him well, and it will do him good if he lose not his head. A good lad, but new tothe world, and Leipzig is full of snares for the unwary. Gott be withhim!'

The Professor read Nat's enthusiastic account of certain literaryand musical parties he had been to, the splendours of the opera, thekindness of his new friends, the delight of studying under such a masteras Bergmann, his hopes of rapid gain, and his great gratitude to thosewho had opened this enchanted world to him. 

'That, now, is satisfactory and comfortable. I felt that Nat hadunsuspected power in him before he went away; he was so manly and fullof excellent plans, ' said Mrs Jo, in a satisfied tone. 

'We shall see. He will doubtless get his lesson and be the better forit. That comes to us all in our young days. I hope it will not be toohard for our good Jungling, ' answered the Professor, with a wise smile, remembering his own student life in Germany. 

He was right; and Nat was already getting his lesson in life with arapidity which would have astonished his friends at home. The manlinessover which Mrs Jo rejoiced was developing in unexpected ways, and quietNat had plunged into the more harmless dissipations of the gay citywith all the ardour of an inexperienced youth taking his first sip ofpleasure. The entire freedom and sense of independence was delicious, for many benefits began to burden him, and he longed to stand on hisown legs and make his own way. No one knew his past here; and with awell-stocked wardrobe, a handsome sum at his banker's, and the bestteacher in Leipzig, he made his debut as a musical young gentleman, presented by the much-respected Professor Bhaer and the wealthy MrLaurence, who had many friends glad to throw open their houses tohis protege. Thanks to these introductions, his fluent German, modestmanners, and undeniable talent, the stranger was cordially welcomed, andlaunched at once into a circle which many an ambitious young man strovein vain to enter. 

All this rather turned Nat's head; and as he sat in the brilliantopera-house, chatted among the ladies at some select coffee-party, orwhisked an eminent professor's amiable daughter down the room, trying toimagine she was Daisy, he often asked himself if this gay fellow couldbe the poor homeless little Street musician who once stood waiting inthe rain at the gates of Plumfield. His heart was true, his impulsesgood, and his ambitions high; but the weak side of his nature cameuppermost here; vanity led him astray, pleasure intoxicated him, and fora time he forgot everything but the delights of this new and charminglife. Without meaning to deceive, he allowed people to imagine him ayouth of good family and prospects; he boasted a little of Mr Laurie'swealth and influence, of Professor Bhaer's eminence, and the flourishingcollege at which he himself had been educated. Mrs Jo was introduced tothe sentimental Frauleins who read her books, and the charms and virtuesof his own dear Madchen confided to sympathetic mammas. All these boyishboastings and innocent vanities were duly circulated among thegossips, and his importance much increased thereby, to his surprise andgratification, as well as some shame. 

But they bore fruit that was bitter in the end; for, finding that he wasconsidered one of the upper class, it very soon became impossiblefor him to live in the humble quarters he had chosen, or to lead thestudious, quiet life planned for him. He met other students, youngofficers, and gay fellows of all sorts, and was flattered at beingwelcomed among them; though it was a costly pleasure, and often lefta thorn of regret to vex his honest conscience. He was tempted to takebetter rooms in a more fashionable street, leaving good Frau Tetzel tolament his loss, and his artist neighbour, Fraulein Vogelstein, to shakeher grey ringlets and predict his return, a sadder and a wiser man. 

The sum placed at his disposal for expenses and such simple pleasuresas his busy life could command seemed a fortune to Nat, though it wassmaller than generous Mr Laurie first proposed. Professor Bhaer wiselycounselled prudence, as Nat was unused to the care of money, and thegood man knew the temptations that a well-filled purse makes possible atthis pleasure-loving age. So Nat enjoyed his handsome little apartmentimmensely, and insensibly let many unaccustomed luxuries creep in. Heloved his music and never missed a lesson; but the hours he shouldhave spent in patient practice were too often wasted at theatre, ball, beer-garden, or club--doing no harm beyond that waste of precious time, and money not his own; for he had no vices, and took his recreation likea gentleman, so far. But slowly a change for the worse was beginning toshow itself, and he felt it. These first steps along the flowery roadwere downward, not upward; and the constant sense of disloyalty whichsoon began to haunt him made Nat feel, in the few quiet hours he gavehimself, that all was not well with him, spite of the happy whirl inwhich he lived. 

'Another month, and then I will be steady, ' he said more than once, trying to excuse the delay by the fact that all was new to him, that hisfriends at home wished him to be happy, and that society was giving himthe polish he needed. But as each month slipped away it grew harder toescape; he was inevitably drawn on, and it was so easy to drift withthe tide that he deferred the evil day as long as possible. Winterfestivities followed the more wholesome summer pleasures, and Nat foundthem more costly; for the hospitable ladies expected some return fromthe stranger; and carriages, bouquets, theatre tickets, and all thelittle expenses a young man cannot escape at such times, told heavilyon the purse which seemed bottomless at first. Taking Mr Laurie forhis model, Nat became quite a gallant, and was universally liked; forthrough all the newly acquired airs and graces the genuine honestyand simplicity of his character plainly shone, winning confidence andaffection from all who knew him. 

Among these was a certain amiable old lady with a musicaldaughter--well-born but poor, and very anxious to marry the aforesaiddaughter to some wealthy man. Nat's little fictions concerning hisprospects and friends charmed the gnadige Frau as much as his music anddevoted manners did the sentimental Minna. Their quiet parlour seemedhomelike and restful to Nat, when tired of gayer scenes; and themotherly interest of the elder lady was sweet and comfortable to him;while the tender blue eyes of the pretty girl were always so full ofwelcome when he came, of regret when he left, and of admiration whenhe played to her, that he found it impossible to keep away from thisattractive spot. He meant no harm, and feared no danger, having confidedto the Frau Mamma that he was betrothed; so he continued to call, littledreaming what ambitious hopes the old lady cherished, nor the perilthere was in receiving the adoration of a romantic German girl, till itwas too late to spare her pain and himself great regret. 

Of course some inkling of these new and agreeable experiences got intothe voluminous letters he never was too gay, too busy, or too tiredto write each week; and while Daisy rejoiced over his happiness andsuccess, and the boys laughed at the idea of 'old Chirper coming out asa society man', the elders looked sober, and said among themselves:

'He is going too fast; he must have a word of warning, or trouble maycome. '

But Mr Laurie said: 'Oh, let him have his fling; he's been dependent andrepressed long enough. He can't go far with the money he has, and I'veno fear of his getting into debt. He's too timid and too honest to bereckless. It is his first taste of freedom; let him enjoy it, and he'llwork the better by and by; I know--and I'm sure I'm right. '

So the warnings were very gentle, and the good people waited anxiouslyto hear more of hard study, and less of 'splendid times'. Daisysometimes wondered, with a pang of her faithful heart, if one of thecharming Minnas, Hildegardes, and Lottchens mentioned were not stealingher Nat away from her; but she never asked, always wrote calmly andcheerfully, and looked in vain for any hint of change in the lettersthat were worn out with much reading. 

Month after month slipped away, till the holidays came with gifts, goodwishes, and brilliant festivities. Nat expected to enjoy himself verymuch, and did at first; for a German Christmas is a spectacle worthseeing. But he paid dearly for the abandon with which he threw himselfinto the gaieties of that memorable week; and on New Year's Day thereckoning came. It seemed as if some malicious fairy had prepared thesurprises that arrived, so unwelcome were they, so magical the changethey wrought, turning his happy world into a scene of desolation anddespair as suddenly as a transformation at the pantomime. 

The first came in the morning when, duly armed with costly bouquetsand bon-bons, he went to thank Minna and her mother for the bracesembroidered with forget-me-nots and the silk socks knit by the oldlady's nimble fingers, which he had found upon his table that day. TheFrau Mamma received him graciously; but when he asked for the daughterthe good lady frankly demanded what his intentions were, adding thatcertain gossip which had reached her ear made it necessary for himto declare himself or come no more, as Minna's peace must not becompromised. 

A more panic-stricken youth was seldom seen than Nat as he received thisunexpected demand. He saw too late that his American style of gallantryhad deceived the artless girl, and might be used with terrible effectby the artful mother, if she chose to do it. Nothing but the truth couldsave him, and he had the honour and honesty to tell it faithfully. Asad scene followed; for Nat was obliged to strip off his fictitioussplendour, confess himself only a poor student, and humbly ask pardonfor the thoughtless freedom with which he had enjoyed their tooconfiding hospitality. If he had any doubts of Frau Schomburg's motivesand desires, they were speedily set at rest by the frankness with whichshe showed her disappointment, the vigour with which she scolded him, and the scorn with which she cast him off when her splendid castles inthe air collapsed. 

The sincerity of Nat's penitence softened her a little and she consentedto a farewell word with Minna, who had listened at the keyhole, and wasproduced drenched in tears, to fall on Nat's bosom, crying: 'Ah, thoudear one, never can I forget thee, though my heart is broken!'

This was worse than the scolding; for the stout lady also wept, and itwas only after much German gush and twaddle that he escaped, feelinglike another Werther; while the deserted Lotte consoled herself with thebonbons, her mother with the more valuable gifts. 

The second surprise arrived as he dined with Professor Baumgarten. Hisappetite had been effectually taken away by the scene of the morning, and his spirits received another damper when a fellow student cheerfullyinformed him that he was about to go to America, and should make it hisagreeable duty to call on the 'lieber Herr Professor Bhaer', to tellhim how gaily his protege was disporting himself at Leipzig. Nat's heartdied within him as he imagined the effect these glowing tales would haveat Plumfield--not that he had wilfully deceived them, but in his lettersmany things were left untold; and when Carlsen added, with a friendlywink, that he would merely hint at the coming betrothal of the fairMinna and his 'heart's friend', Nat found himself devoutly hoping thatthis other inconvenient heart's friend might go to the bottom of the seabefore he reached Plumfield to blast all his hopes by these tales of amis-spent winter. Collecting his wits, he cautioned Carlsen with whathe flattered himself was Mephistophelian art, and gave him such confuseddirections that it would be a miracle if he ever found Professor Bhaer. But the dinner was spoilt for Nat, and he got away as soon as possible, to wander disconsolately about the streets, with no heart for thetheatre or the supper he was to share with some gay comrades afterwards. He comforted himself a little by giving alms to sundry beggars, makingtwo children happy with gilded gingerbread, and drinking a lonely glassof beer, in which he toasted his Daisy and wished himself a better yearthan the last had been. 

Going home at length, he found a third surprise awaiting him in theshower of bills which had descended upon him like a snowstorm, buryinghim in an avalanche of remorse, despair, and self-disgust. These billswere so many and so large that he was startled and dismayed; for, asMr Bhaer wisely predicted, he knew little about the value of money. It would take every dollar at the bankers to pay them all at once, andleave him penniless for the next six months, unless he wrote home formore. He would rather starve than do that; and his first impulse was toseek help at the gaming-table, whither his new friends had often temptedhim. But he had promised Mr Bhaer to resist what then had seemed animpossible temptation; and now he would not add another fault to thelist already so long. Borrow he would not, nor beg. What could he do?For these appalling bills must be paid, and the lessons go on; or hisjourney was an ignominious failure. But he must live meantime. And how?Bowed down with remorse for the folly of these months, he saw too latewhither he was drifting, and for hours paced up and down his prettyrooms, floundering in a Slough of Despond, with no helping hand to pullhim out--at least he thought so till letters were brought in, and amongfresh bills lay one well-worn envelope with an American stamp in thecorner. 

Ah, how welcome it was! how eagerly he read the long pages full ofaffectionate wishes from all at home! For everyone had sent a line, andas each familiar name appeared, his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer till, ashe read the last--'God bless my boy! Mother Bhaer'--he broke down; andlaying his head on his arms, blistered the paper with a rain of tearsthat eased his heart and washed away the boyish sins that now lay soheavy on his conscience. 

'Dear people, how they love and trust me! And how bitterly they wouldbe disappointed if they knew what a fool I've been! I'll fiddle in thestreets again before I'll ask for help from them!' cried Nat, brushingaway the tears of which he was ashamed, although he felt the good theyhad done. 

Now he seemed to see more clearly what to do; for the helping hand hadbeen stretched across the sea, and Love, the dear Evangelist, hadlifted him out of the slough and shown him the narrow gate, beyond whichdeliverance lay. When the letter had been reread, and one corner wherea daisy was painted, passionately kissed, Nat felt strong enough to facethe worst and conquer it. Every bill should be paid, every salable thingof his own sold, these costly rooms given up; and once back withthrifty Frau Tetzel, he would find work of some sort by which to supporthimself, as many another student did. He must give up the new friends, turn his back on the gay life, cease to be a butterfly, and take hisplace among the grubs. It was the only honest thing to do, but very hardfor the poor fellow to crush his little vanities, renounce the delightsso dear to the young, own his folly, and step down from his pedestal tobe pitied, laughed at, and forgotten. 

It took all Nat's pride and courage to do this, for his was a sensitivenature; esteem was very precious to him, failure very bitter, andnothing but the inborn contempt for meanness and deceit kept him fromasking help or trying to hide his need by some dishonest device. As hesat alone that night, Mr Bhaer's words came back to him with curiousclearness, and he saw himself a boy again at Plumfield, punishing histeacher as a lesson to himself, when timidity had made him lie. 

'He shall not suffer for me again, and I won't be a sneak if I am afool. I'll go and tell Professor Baumgarten all about it and ask hisadvice. I'd rather face a loaded cannon; but it must be done. Then I'llsell out, pay my debts, and go back where I belong. Better be an honestpauper than a jackdaw among peacocks'; and Nat smiled in the midst ofhis trouble, as he looked about him at the little elegancies of hisroom, remembering what he came from. 

He kept his word manfully, and was much comforted to find that hisexperience was an old story to the professor, who approved his plan, thinking wisely that the discipline would be good for him, and was verykind in offering help and promising to keep the secret of his folly fromhis friend Bhaer till Nat had redeemed himself. 

The first week of the new year was spent by our prodigal in carrying outhis plan with penitent dispatch, and his birthday found him alone inthe little room high up at Frau Tetzel's, with nothing of his formersplendour, but sundry unsalable keepsakes from the buxom maidens, whomourned his absence deeply. His male friends had ridiculed, pitied, and soon left him alone, with one or two exceptions, who offered theirpurses generously and promised to stand by him. He was lonely andheavy-hearted, and sat brooding over his small fire as he remembered thelast New Year's Day at Plumfield, when at this hour he was dancing withhis Daisy. 

A tap at the door roused him, and with a careless 'Herein', he waitedto see who had climbed so far for his sake. It was the good Frau proudlybearing a tray, on which stood a bottle of wine and an astonishingcake bedecked with sugar-plums of every hue, and crowned with candles. Fraulein Vogelstein followed, embracing a blooming rose-tree, abovewhich her grey curls waved and her friendly face beamed joyfully as shecried:

'Dear Herr Blak, we bring you greetings and a little gift or two inhonour of this ever-to-be-remembered day. Best wishes! and may the newyear bloom for you as beautifully as we your heart-warm friends desire. '

'Yes, yes, in truth we do, dear Herr, ' added Frau Tetzel. 'Eat of thiswith-joy-made Kuchen, and drink to the health of the far-away belovedones in the good wine. '

Amused, yet touched by the kindness of the good souls, Nat thanked themboth, and made them stay to enjoy the humble feast with him. This theygladly did, being motherly women full of pity for the dear youth, whosestraits they knew, and having substantial help to offer, as well as kindwords and creature comforts. 

Frau Tetzel, with some hesitation, mentioned a friend of hers who, forced by illness to leave his place in the orchestra of a second-ratetheatre, would gladly offer it to Nat, if he could accept so humble aposition. Blushing and toying with the roses like a shy girl, good oldVogelstein asked if in his leisure moments he could give English lessonsin the young ladies' school where she taught painting, adding that asmall but certain salary would be paid him. 

Gratefully Nat accepted both offers, finding it less humiliating to behelped by women than by friends of his own sex. This work would supporthim in a frugal way, and certain musical drudgery promised by his masterassured his own teaching. Delighted with the success of their littleplot, these friendly neighbours left him with cheery words, warmhand-grasps, and faces beaming with feminine satisfaction at the heartykiss Nat put on each faded cheek, as the only return he could make forall their helpful kindness. 

It was strange how much brighter the world looked after that; for hopewas a better cordial than the wine, and good resolutions bloomed asfreshly as the little rose-tree that filled the room with fragrance, asNat woke the echoes with the dear old airs, finding now as always hisbest comforter in music, to whom henceforth he swore to be a more loyalsubject. 

Chapter 14. PLAYS AT PLUMFIELD

As it is as impossible for the humble historian of the March family towrite a story without theatricals in it as for our dear Miss Yonge toget on with less than twelve or fourteen children in her interestingtales, we will accept the fact, and at once cheer ourselves afterthe last afflicting events, by proceeding to the Christmas plays atPlumfield; for they influence the fate of several of our characters, andcannot well be skipped. 

When the college was built Mr Laurie added a charming little theatrewhich not only served for plays, but declamations, lectures, andconcerts. The drop-curtain displayed Apollo with the Muses grouped abouthim; and as a compliment to the donor of the hall the artist had giventhe god a decided resemblance to our friend, which was considereda superb joke by everyone else. Home talent furnished stars, stockcompany, orchestra, and scene painter; and astonishing performances weregiven on this pretty little stage. 

Mrs Jo had been trying for some time to produce a play which shouldbe an improvement upon the adaptations from the French then in vogue, curious mixtures of fine toilettes, false sentiment, and feeble wit, with no touch of nature to redeem them. It was easy to plan plays fullof noble speeches and thrilling situations, but very hard to write them;so she contented herself with a few scenes of humble life in which thecomic and pathetic were mingled; and as she fitted her characters toher actors, she hoped the little venture would prove that truth andsimplicity had not entirely lost their power to charm. Mr Laurie helpedher, and they called themselves Beaumont and Fletcher, enjoying theirjoint labour very much; for Beaumont's knowledge of dramatic art wasof great use in curbing Fletcher's too-aspiring pen, and they flatteredthemselves that they had produced a neat and effective bit of work as anexperiment. 

All was ready now; and Christmas Day was much enlivened by lastrehearsals, the panics of timid actors, the scramble for forgottenproperties, and the decoration of the theatre. Evergreen and holly fromthe woods, blooming plants from the hothouse on Parnassus, and flags ofall nations made it very gay that night in honour of the guests who werecoming, chief among them, Miss Cameron, who kept her promisefaithfully. The orchestra tuned their instruments with unusual care, the scene-shifters set their stage with lavish elegance, the prompterheroically took his seat in the stifling nook provided for him, andthe actors dressed with trembling hands that dropped the pins, andperspiring brows whereon the powder wouldn't stick. Beaumont andFletcher were everywhere, feeling that their literary reputation wasat stake; for sundry friendly critics were invited, and reporters, likemosquitoes, cannot be excluded from any earthly scene, be it a greatman's death-bed or a dime museum. 

'Has she come?' was the question asked by every tongue behind thecurtain; and when Tom, who played an old man, endangered his respectablelegs among the footlights to peep, announced that he saw Miss Cameron'shandsome head in the place of honour, a thrill pervaded the entirecompany, and Josie declared with an excited gasp that she was going tohave stage fright for the first time in her life. 

'I'll shake you if you do, ' said Mrs Jo, who was in such a wild stateof dishevelment with her varied labours that she might have gone on asMadge Wildlife, without an additional rag or crazy elf-lock. 

'You'll have time to get your wits together while we do our piece. Weare old stagers and calm as clocks, ' answered Demi, with a nod towardsAlice, ready in her pretty dress and all her properties at hand. 

But both clocks were going rather faster than usual, as heightenedcolour, brilliant eyes, and a certain flutter under the laces and velvetcoat betrayed. They were to open the entertainment with a gay littlepiece which they had played before and did remarkably well. Alice wasa tall girl, with dark hair and eyes, and a face which intelligence, health, and a happy heart made beautiful. She was looking her best now, for the brocades, plumes, and powder of the Marquise became her statelyfigure; and Demi in his court suit, with sword, three-cornered hat, andwhite wig, made as gallant a Baron as one would wish to see. Josie wasthe maid, and looked her part to the life, being as pretty, pert, and inquisitive as any French soubrette. These three were all thecharacters; and the success of the piece depended on the spirit andskill with which the quickly changing moods of the quarrelsome loverswere given, their witty speeches made to tell, and by-play suited to thecourtly period in which the scene was laid. 

Few would have recognized sober John and studious Alice in the dashinggentleman and coquettish lady, who kept the audience laughing at theircaprices; while they enjoyed the brilliant costumes, and admired theease and grace of the young actors. Josie was a prominent figure in theplot, as she listened at keyholes, peeped into notes, and popped in andout at all the most inopportune moments, with her nose in the air, herhands in her apron-pockets, and curiosity pervading her little figurefrom the topmost bow of her jaunty cap to the red heels of her slippers. All went smoothly; and the capricious Marquise, after tormenting thedevoted Baron to her heart's content, owned herself conquered in the warof wits, and was just offering the hand he had fairly won, when a crashstartled them, and a heavily decorated side-scene swayed forward, readyto fall upon Alice. Demi saw it and sprung before her to catch and holdit up, standing like a modern Samson with the wall of a house on hisback. The danger was over in a moment, and he was about to utter hislast speech, when the excited young scene-shifter, who had flown up aladder to repair the damage, leaned over to whisper 'All right', andrelease Demi from his spread-eagle attitude: as he did so, a hammerslipped out of his pocket, to fall upon the upturned face below, inflicting a smart blow and literally knocking the Baron's part out ofhis head. 

'A quick curtain, ' robbed the audience of a pretty little scene not downon the bill; for the Marquise flew to staunch the blood with a cry ofalarm: 'Oh! John, you are hurt! Lean on me'--which John gladly did for amoment, being a trifle dazed yet quite able to enjoy the tender touch ofthe hands busied about him and the anxiety of the face so near his own;for both told him something which he would have considered cheaply wonby a rain of hammers and the fall of the whole college on his head. 

Nan was on the spot in a moment with the case that never left herpocket; and the wound was neatly plastered up by the time Mrs Joarrived, demanding tragically:

'Is he too much hurt to go on again? If he is, my play is lost!'

'I'm all the fitter for it, Aunty; for here's a real instead of apainted wound. I'll be ready; don't worry about me. ' And catching uphis wig, Demi was off, with only a very eloquent look of thanks to theMarquise, who had spoilt her gloves for his sake, but did not seem tomind it at all, though they reached above her elbows, and were mostexpensive. 

'How are your nerves, Fletcher?' asked Mr Laurie as they stood togetherduring the breathless minute before the last bell rings. 

'About as calm as yours, Beaumont, ' answered Mrs Jo, gesticulatingwildly to Mrs Meg to set her cap straight. 

'Bear up, partner! I'll stand by you whatever comes!'

'I feel that it ought to go; for, though it's a mere trifle, a good dealof honest work and truth have gone into it. Doesn't Meg look the pictureof a dear old country woman?'

She certainly did, as she sat in the farmhouse kitchen by a cheery fire, rocking a cradle and darning stockings, as if she had done nothing elseall her life. Grey hair, skilfully drawn lines on the forehead, and aplain gown, with cap, little shawl, and check apron, changed her into acomfortable, motherly creature who found favour the moment the curtainwent up and discovered her rocking, darning, and crooning an old song. In a short soliloquy about Sam, her boy, who wanted to enlist;Dolly, her discontented little daughter, who longed for city ease andpleasures; and poor 'Elizy', who had married badly, and came home todie, bequeathing her baby to her mother, lest its bad father shouldclaim it, the little story was very simply opened, and made effectiveby the real boiling of the kettle on the crane, the ticking of a tallclock, and the appearance of a pair of blue worsted shoes whichwaved fitfully in the air to the soft babble of a baby's voice. Thoseshapeless little shoes won the first applause; and Mr Laurie, forgettingelegance in satisfaction, whispered to his coadjutor:

'I thought the baby would fetch them!'

'If the dear thing won't squall in the wrong place, we are saved. Butit is risky. Be ready to catch it if all Meg's cuddlings prove in vain, 'answered Mrs Jo, adding, with a clutch at Mr Laurie's arm as a haggardface appeared at the window:

'Here's Demi! I hope no one will recognize him when he comes on as theson. I'll never forgive you for not doing the villain yourself. '

'Can't run the thing and act too. He's capitally made up, and likes abit of melodrama. '

'This scene ought to have come later; but I wanted to show that themother was the heroine as soon as possible. I'm tired of love-sick girlsand runaway wives. We'll prove that there's romance in old women also. Now he's coming!'

And in slouched a degraded-looking man, shabby, unshaven, and evil-eyed, trying to assume a masterful air as he dismayed the tranquil old womanby demanding his child. A powerful scene followed; and Mrs Meg surprisedeven those who knew her best by the homely dignity with which she atfirst met the man she dreaded; then, as he brutally pressed his claim, she pleaded with trembling voice and hands to keep the little creatureshe had promised the dying mother to protect; and when he turned totake it by force, quite a thrill went through the house as the old womansprung to snatch it from the cradle, and holding it close, defied him inGod's name to tear it from that sacred refuge. It was really well done;and the round of applause that greeted the fine tableau of the indignantold woman, the rosy, blinking baby clinging to her neck, and the dauntedman who dared not execute his evil purpose with such a defender forhelpless innocence, told the excited authors that their first scene wasa hit. 

The second was quieter, and introduced Josie as a bonny country lasssetting the supper-table in a bad humour. The pettish way in which sheslapped down the plates, hustled the cups, and cut the big brown loaf, as she related her girlish trials and ambitions, was capital. Mrs Jokept her eye on Miss Cameron, and saw her nod approval several times atsome natural tone or gesture, some good bit of by-play or a quick changeof expression in the young face, which was as variable as an April day. Her struggle with the toasting-fork made much merriment; so did hercontempt for the brown sugar, and the relish with which she sweetenedher irksome duties by eating it; and when she sat, like Cinderella, onthe hearth, tearfully watching the flames dance on the homely room, agirlish voice was heard to exclaim impulsively:

'Poor little thing! she ought to have some fun!'

The old woman enters; and mother and daughter have a pretty scene, inwhich the latter coaxes and threatens, kisses and cries, till she winsthe reluctant consent of the former to visit a rich relation in thecity; and from being a little thunder-cloud Dolly becomes bewitchinglygay and good, as soon as her wilful wish is granted. The poor old soulhas hardly recovered from this trial when the son enters, in armyblue, tells he has enlisted and must go. That is a hard blow; but thepatriotic mother bears it well, and not till the thoughtless young folkshave hastened away to tell their good news elsewhere does she breakdown. Then the country kitchen becomes pathetic as the old mother sitsalone mourning over her children, till the grey head is hidden in thehands as she kneels down by the cradle to weep and pray, with only Babyto comfort her fond and faithful heart. 

Sniffs were audible all through the latter part of this scene; andwhen the curtain fell, people were so busy wiping their eyes that fora moment they forgot to applaud. That silent moment was more flatteringthan noise; and as Mrs Jo wiped the real tears off her sister'sface, she said as solemnly as an unconscious dab of rouge on her nosepermitted:

'Meg, you have saved my play! Oh, why aren't you a real actress, and I areal playwright?'

'Don't gush now, dear, but help me dress Josie; she's in such a quiverof excitement, I can't manage her, and this is her best scene, youknow. '

So it was; for her aunt had written it especially for her, and little Jowas happy in a gorgeous dress, with a train long enough to satisfy herwildest dreams. The rich relation's parlour was in festival array, andthe country cousin sails in, looking back at her sweeping flounces withsuch artless rapture that no one had the heart to laugh at the prettyjay in borrowed plumes. She has confidences with herself in the mirror, from which it is made evident that she had discovered all is not goldthat glitters, and has found greater temptations than those a girlishlove of pleasure, luxury, and flattery bring her. She is sought by arich lover; but her honest heart resists the allurements he offers, and in its innocent perplexity wishes 'mother' was there to comfort andcounsel. 

A gay little dance, in which Dora, Nan, Bess, and several of the boystook part, made a good background for the humble figure of the old womanin her widow's bonnet, rusty shawl, big umbrella, and basket. Her naiveastonishment, as she surveys the spectacle, feels the curtains, andsmooths her old gloves during the moment she remains unseen, was verygood; but Josie's unaffected start when she sees her, and the cry:'Why, there's mother!' was such a hearty little bit of nature, it hardlyneeded the impatient tripping over her train as she ran into the armsthat seemed now to be her nearest refuge. 

The lover plays his part; and ripples of merriment greeted the oldwoman's searching questions and blunt answers during the interview whichshows the girl how shallow his love is, and how near she had been toruining her life as bitterly as poor 'Elizy' did. She gives her answerfrankly, and when they are alone, looks from her own bedizened selfto the shabby dress, work-worn hands, and tender face, crying with arepentant sob and kiss: 'Take me home, mother, and keep me safe. I'vehad enough of this!'

'That will do you good, Maria; don't forget it, ' said one lady to herdaughter as the curtain went down; and the girl answered: 'Well, I'msure I don't see why it's touching; but it is, ' as she spread her lacehandkerchief to dry. 

Tom and Nan came out strong in the next scene; for it was a ward inan army hospital, and surgeon and nurse went from bed to bed, feelingpulses, administering doses, and hearing complaints with an energy andgravity which convulsed the audience. The tragic element, never far fromthe comic at such times and places, came in when, while they bandagedan arm, the doctor told the nurse about an old woman who was searchingthrough the hospital for her son, after days and nights on battlefields, through ambulances, and among scenes which would have killed most women. 

'She will be here directly, and I dread her coming, for I'm afraid thepoor lad who has just gone is her boy. I'd rather face a cannon thanthese brave women, with their hope and courage and great sorrow, ' saysthe surgeon. 

'Ah, these poor mothers break my heart!' adds the nurse, wiping her eyeson her big apron; and with the words Mrs Meg came in. 

There was the same dress, the basket and umbrella, the rustic speech, the simple manners; but all were made pathetic by the terribleexperience which had changed the tranquil old woman to that haggardfigure with wild eyes, dusty feet, trembling hands, and an expression ofmingled anguish, resolution, and despair which gave the homely figurea tragic dignity and power that touched all hearts. A few broken wordstold the story of her vain search, and then the sad quest began again. People held their breath as, led by the nurse, she went from bed tobed, showing in her face the alternations of hope, dread, and bitterdisappointment as each was passed. On a narrow cot was a long figurecovered with a sheet, and here she paused to lay one hand on her heartand one on her eyes, as if to gather courage to look at the namelessdead. Then she drew down the sheet, gave a long shivering sigh ofrelief, saying softly:

'Not my son, thank God! but some mother's boy. ' And stooping down, shekissed the cold forehead tenderly. 

Somebody sobbed there, and Miss Cameron shook two tears out of her eyes, anxious to lose no look or gesture as the poor soul, nearly spent withthe long strain, struggled on down the long line. But her search washappily ended for, as if her voice had roused him from his feverishsleep, a gaunt, wild-eyed man sat up in his bed, and stretching his armsto her, cried in a voice that echoed through the room:

'Mother, mother! I knew you'd come to me!'

She did go to him, with a cry of love and joy that thrilled everylistener, as she gathered him in her arms with the tears and prayers andblessing such as only a fond and faithful old mother could give. 

The last scene was a cheerful contrast to this; for the country kitchenwas bright with Christmas cheer, the wounded hero, with black patch andcrutches well displayed, sat by the fire in the old chair whose familiarcreak was soothing to his ear; pretty Dolly was stirring about, gailytrimming dresser, settle, high chimney-piece, and old-fashioned cradlewith mistletoe and holly; while the mother rested beside her son, withthat blessed baby on her knee. Refreshed by a nap and nourishment, thisyoung actor now covered himself with glory by his ecstatic prancings, incoherent remarks to the audience, and vain attempts to get to thefootlights, as he blinked approvingly at these brilliant toys. It wasgood to see Mrs Meg pat him on the back, cuddle the fat legs out ofsight, and appease his vain longings with a lump of sugar, till Babyembraced her with a grateful ardour that brought him a round of applauseall for his little self. 

A sound of singing outside disturbs the happy family, and, after a carolin the snowy moonlight, a flock of neighbours troop in with Christmasgifts and greetings. Much by-play made this a lively picture; for Sam'ssweetheart hovered round him with a tenderness the Marquise did notshow the Baron; and Dolly had a pretty bit under the mistletoe with herrustic adorer, who looked so like Ham Peggotty in his cowhide boots, rough jacket, and dark beard and wig, that no one would have recognizedTed but for the long legs, which no extent of leather could disguise. Itended with a homely feast, brought by the guests; and as they sat roundthe table covered with doughnuts and cheese, pumpkin-pie, and otherdelicacies, Sam rises on his crutches to propose the first toast, andholding up his mug of cider, says, with a salute, and a choke in hisvoice: 'Mother, God bless her!' All drink it standing, Dolly with herarm round the old woman's neck, as she hides her happy tears on herdaughter's breast; while the irrepressible baby beat rapturously on thetable with a spoon, and crowed audibly as the curtain went down. 

They had it up again in a jiffy to get a last look at the group aboutthat central figure, which was showered with bouquets, to the greatdelight of the infant Roscius; till a fat rosebud hit him on the nose, and produced the much-dreaded squall, which, fortunately, only added tothe fun at that moment. 

'Well, that will do for a beginning, ' said Beaumont, with a sigh ofrelief, as the curtain descended for the last time, and the actorsscattered to dress for the closing piece. 

'As an experiment, it is a success. Now we can venture to begin ourgreat American drama, ' answered Mrs Jo, full of satisfaction and grandideas for the famous play--which, we may add, she did not write thatyear, owing to various dramatic events in her own family. 

The Owlsdark Marbles closed the entertainment, and, being something new, proved amusing to this very indulgent audience. The gods and goddesseson Parnassus were displayed in full conclave; and, thanks to Mrs Amy'sskill in draping and posing, the white wigs and cotton-flannel robeswere classically correct and graceful, though sundry modern additionssomewhat marred the effect, while adding point to the showman's learnedremarks. Mr Laurie was Professor Owlsdark in cap and gown; and, aftera high-flown introduction, he proceeded to exhibit and explain hismarbles. The first figure was a stately Minerva; but a second glanceproduced a laugh, for the words 'Women's Rights' adorned her shield, ascroll bearing the motto 'Vote early and often' hung from the beak ofthe owl perched on her lance, and a tiny pestle and mortar ornamentedher helmet. Attention was drawn to the firm mouth, the piercing eye, theawe-inspiring brow, of the strong-minded woman of antiquity, and somescathing remarks made upon the degeneracy of her modern sisters whofailed to do their duty. Mercury came next, and was very fine in hisairy attitude, though the winged legs quivered as if it was difficult tokeep the lively god in his place. His restless nature was dilated upon, his mischievous freaks alluded to, and a very bad character given tothe immortal messenger-boy; which delighted his friends and causedthe marble nose of the victim to curl visibly with scorn when derisiveapplause greeted a particularly hard hit. A charming little Hebe stoodnext, pouring nectar from a silver teapot into a blue china tea-cup. Shealso pointed a moral; for the Professor explained that the nectar of oldwas the beverage which cheers but does not inebriate, and regretted thatthe excessive devotion of American women to this classic brew proved soharmful, owing to the great development of brain their culture produced. A touch at modern servants, in contrast to this accomplished table-girl, made the statue's cheeks glow under the chalk, and brought her a heartyround as the audience recognized Dolly and the smart soubrette. 

Jove in all his majesty followed, as he and his wife occupied thecentral pedestals in the half-circle of immortals. A splendid Jupiter, with hair well set up off the fine brow, ambrosial beard, silverthunderbolts in one hand, and a well-worn ferule in the other. Alarge stuffed eagle from the museum stood at his feet; and the benignexpression of his august countenance showed that he was in a goodhumour--as well he might be, for he was paid some handsome complimentsupon his wise rule, the peaceful state of his kingdom, and the broodof all-accomplished Pallases that yearly issued from his mighty brain. Cheers greeted this and other pleasant words, and caused the thundererto bow his thanks; for 'Jove nods', as everyone knows, and flattery winsthe heart of gods and men. 

Mrs Juno, with her peacocks, darning-needle, pen, and cooking-spoon, didnot get off so easily; for the Professor was down on her with all mannerof mirth-provoking accusations, criticisms, and insults even. He alludedto her domestic infelicity, her meddlesome disposition, sharp tongue, bad temper, and jealousy, closing, however, with a tribute to herskill in caring for the wounds and settling the quarrels of belligerentheroes, as well as her love for youths in Olympus and on earth. Gales oflaughter greeted these hits, varied by hisses from some indignant boys, who would not bear, even in joke, any disrespect to dear Mother Bhaer, who, however, enjoyed it all immensely, as the twinkle in her eye andthe irrepressible pucker of her lips betrayed. 

A jolly Bacchus astride of his cask took Vulcan's place, and appeared tobe very comfortable with a beer-mug in one hand, a champagne bottle inthe other, and a garland of grapes on his curly head. He was the textof a short temperance lecture, aimed directly at a row of smart younggentlemen who lined the walls of the auditorium. George Cole was seento dodge behind a pillar at one point, Dolly nudged his neighbour atanother, and there was laughter all along the line as the Professorglared at them through his big glasses, and dragged their bacchanalianorgies to the light and held them up to scorn. 

Seeing the execution he had done, the learned man turned to the lovelyDiana, who stood as white and still as the plaster stag beside her, withsandals, bow, and crescent; quite perfect, and altogether the best pieceof statuary in the show. She was very tenderly treated by the paternalcritic who, merely alluding to her confirmed spinsterhood, fondness forathletic sports, and oracular powers, gave a graceful little expositionof true art and passed on to the last figure. 

This was Apollo in full fig, his curls skilfully arranged to hide awell-whitened patch over the eye, his handsome legs correctly poised, and his gifted fingers about to draw divine music from the silveredgridiron which was his lyre. His divine attributes were described, aswell as his little follies and failings, among which were his weaknessfor photography and flute-playing, his attempts to run a newspaper, andhis fondness for the society of the Muses; which latter slap producedgiggles and blushes among the girl-graduates, and much mirth among thestricken youths; for misery loves company, and after this they began torally. 

Then, with a ridiculous conclusion, the Professor bowed his thanks;and after several recalls the curtain fell, but not quickly enough toconceal Mercury, wildly waving his liberated legs, Hebe dropping herteapot, Bacchus taking a lovely roll on his barrel, and Mrs Juno rappingthe impertinent Owlsdark on the head with Jove's ruler. 

While the audience filed out to supper in the hall, the stage was ascene of dire confusion as gods and goddesses, farmers and barons, maids and carpenters, congratulated one another on the success of theirlabours. Assuming various costumes, actors and actresses soon joinedtheir guests, to sip bounteous draughts of praise with their coffee, andcool their modest blushes with ice-cream. Mrs Meg was a proud and happywoman when Miss Cameron came to her as she sat by Josie, with Demiserving both, and said, so cordially that it was impossible to doubt thesincerity of her welcome words:

'Mrs Brooke, I no longer wonder where your children get their talent. I make my compliments to the Baron and next summer you must let me havelittle "Dolly" as a pupil when we are at the beach. '

One can easily imagine how this offer was received, as well as thefriendly commendation bestowed by the same kind critic on the work ofBeaumont and Fletcher, who hastened to explain that this trifle was onlyan attempt to make nature and art go hand in hand, with little help fromfine writing or imposing scenery. Everybody was in the happiest mood, especially 'little Dolly', who danced like a will-o'-the-wisp withlight-footed Mercury and Apollo as he promenaded with the Marquise onhis arm, who seemed to have left her coquetry in the green room with herrouge. 

When all was over, Mrs Juno said to Jove, to whose arm she clung as theytrudged home along the snowy paths: 'Fritz dear, Christmas is a goodtime for new resolutions, and I've made one never to be impatient orfretful with my beloved husband again. I know I am, though you won't ownit; but Laurie's fun had some truth in it, and I felt hit in a tenderspot. Henceforth I am a model wife, else I don't deserve the dearest, best man ever born'; and being in a dramatic mood, Mrs Juno tenderlyembraced her excellent Jove in the moonlight, to the great amusement ofsundry lingerers behind them. 

So all three plays might be considered successes, and that merryChristmas night a memorable one in the March family; for Demi got anunspoken question answered, Josie's fondest wish was granted, and, thanks to Professor Owlsdark's jest, Mrs Jo made Professor Bhaer's busylife quite a bed of roses by the keeping of her resolution. A few dayslater she had her reward for this burst of virtue in Dan's letter, whichset her fears at rest and made her very happy, though she was unable totell him so, because he sent her no address. 

Chapter 15. WAITING

'My wife, I have bad news for thee, ' said Professor Bhaer, coming in oneday early in January. 

'Please tell it at once. I can't bear to wait, Fritz, ' cried Mrs Jo, dropping her work and standing up as if to take the shot bravely. 

'But we must wait and hope, heart's-dearest. Come and let us bear ittogether. Emil's ship is lost, and as yet no news of him. '

It was well Mr Bhaer had taken his wife into his strong arms, for shelooked ready to drop, but bore up after a moment, and sitting by hergood man, heard all that there was to tell. Tidings had been sent to theshipowners at Hamburg by some of the survivors, and telegraphed at onceby Franz to his uncle. As one boat-load was safe, there was hope thatothers might also escape, though the gale had sent two to the bottom. A swift-sailing steamer had brought these scanty news, and happier onesmight come at any hour; but kind Franz had not added that the sailorsreported the captain's boat as undoubtedly wrecked by the falling mast, since the smoke hid its escape, and the gale soon drove all far asunder. But this sad rumour reached Plumfield in time; and deep was the mourningfor the happyhearted Commodore, never to come singing home again. MrsJo refused to believe it, stoutly insisting that Emil would outliveany storm and yet turn up safe and gay. It was well she clung to thishopeful view, for poor Mr Bhaer was much afflicted by the loss of hisboy, because his sister's sons had been his so long he scarcely knew adifferent love for his very own. Now was a chance for Mrs Juno to keepher word; and she did, speaking cheerily of Emil, even when hope waxedfaint and her heart was heavy. If anything could comfort the Bhaers forthe loss of one boy, it would have been the affection and sorrow shownby all the rest. Franz kept the cable busy with his varying messages, Nat sent loving letters from Leipzig, and Tom harassed the shippingagents for news. Even busy Jack wrote them with unusual warmth; Dollyand George came often, bearing the loveliest flowers and thedaintiest bon-bons to cheer Mrs Bhaer and sweeten Josie's grief; whilegood-hearted Ned travelled all the way from Chicago to press their handsand say, with a tear in his eye: 'I was so anxious to hear all about thedear old boy, I couldn't keep away. '

'That's right comfortable, and shows me that if I didn't teach my boysanything else, I did give them the brotherly love that will make themstand by one another all their lives, ' said Mrs Jo, when he had gone. 

Rob answered reams of sympathizing letters, which showed how manyfriends they had; and the kindly praises of the lost man would havemade Emil a hero and a saint, had they all been true. The elders boreit quietly, having learned submission in life's hard school; but theyounger people rebelled; some hoped against hope and kept up, othersdespaired at once, and little Josie, Emil's pet cousin and playmate, wasso broken-hearted nothing could comfort her. Nan dosed in vain, Daisy'scheerful words went by like the wind, and Bess's devices to amuse herall failed utterly. To cry in mother's arms and talk about the wreck, which haunted her even in her sleep, was all she cared to do; and MrsMeg was getting anxious when Miss Cameron sent Josie a kind note biddingher learn bravely her first lesson in real tragedy, and be like theself-sacrificing heroines she loved to act. That did the little girlgood, and she made an effort in which Teddy and Octoo helped her much;for the boy was deeply impressed by this sudden eclipse of the fireflywhose light and life all missed when they were gone, and lured her outevery day for long drives behind the black mare, who shook her silverybells till they made such merry music Josie could not help listening toit, and whisked her over the snowy roads at a pace which set the blooddancing in her veins and sent her home strengthened and comforted bysunshine, fresh air, and congenial society--three aids young sufferersseldom can resist. 

As Emil was helping nurse Captain Hardy, safe and well, aboard the ship, all this sorrow would seem wasted; but it was not, for it drew manyhearts more closely together by a common grief, taught some patience, some sympathy, some regret for faults that lie heavy on the consciencewhen the one sinned against is gone, and all of them the solemn lessonto be ready when the summons comes. A hush lay over Plumfield for weeks, and the studious faces on the hill reflected the sadness of those in thevalley. Sacred music sounded from Parnassus to comfort all who heard;the brown cottage was beseiged with gifts for the little mourner, andEmil's flag hung at half-mast on the roof where he last sat with Mrs Jo. 

So the weeks went heavily by till suddenly, like a thunderbolt out of aclear sky, came the news, 'All safe, letters on the way. ' Then up wentthe flag, out rang the college bells, bang went Teddy's long-unusedcannon, and a chorus of happy voices cried 'Thank God', as people wentabout, laughing, crying, and embracing one another in a rapture ofdelight. By and by the longed-for letters came, and all the story of thewreck was told; briefly by Emil, eloquently by Mrs Hardy, gratefully bythe captain, while Mary added a few tender words that went straight totheir hearts and seemed the sweetest of all. Never were letters so read, passed round, admired, and cried over as these; for Mrs Jo carried themin her pocket when Mr Bhaer did not have them in his, and both took alook at them when they said their prayers at night. Now the Professorwas heard humming like a big bee again as he went to his classes, andthe lines smoothed out of Mother Bhaer's forehead, while she wrote thisreal story to anxious friends and let her romances wait. Now messagesof congratulation flowed in, and beaming faces showed everywhere. Robamazed his parents by producing a poem which was remarkably good for oneof his years, and Demi set it to music that it might be sung when thesailor boy returned. Teddy stood on his head literally, and tore aboutthe neighbourhood on Octoo, like a second Paul Revere--only his tidingswere good. But best of all, little Josie lifted up her head as thesnowdrops did, and began to bloom again, growing tall and quiet, withthe shadow of past sorrow to tone down her former vivacity and showthat she had learned a lesson in trying to act well her part on the realstage, where all have to take their share in the great drama of life. 

Now another sort of waiting began; for the travellers were on their wayto Hamburg, and would stay there awhile before coming home, as UncleHermann owned the Brenda, and the captain must report to him. Emil mustremain to Franz's wedding, deferred till now because of the season ofmourning, so happily ended. These plans were doubly welcome and pleasantafter the troublous times which went before, and no spring ever seemedso beautiful as this one; for, as Teddy put it:

 'Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious by these sons of Bhaer!'

Franz and Emil being regarded in the light of elder brothers by the real'sons of Bhaer'. 

There was great scrubbing and dusting among the matrons as they settheir houses in order not only for Class Day, but to receive the brideand groom, who were to come to them for the honeymoon trip. Great planswere made, gifts prepared, and much joy felt at the prospect of seeingFranz again; though Emil, who was to accompany them, would be thegreater hero. Little did the dear souls dream what a surprise was instore for them, as they innocently laid their plans and wished all theboys could be there to welcome home their eldest and their Casablanca. 

While they wait and work so happily, let us see how our other absentboys are faring as they too wait and work and hope for better days. Natwas toiling steadily along the path he had wisely chosen, though it wasby no means strewn with flowers--quite thorny was it, in fact, and hardto travel, after the taste of ease and pleasure he had got when nibblingat forbidden fruit. But his crop of wild oats was a light one, and heresolutely reaped what he had sowed, finding some good wheat amongthe tares. He taught by day; he fiddled night after night in the dingylittle theatre, and he studied so diligently that his master was wellpleased, and kept him in mind as one to whom preferment was due, if anychance occurred. Gay friends forgot him; but the old ones stood fast, and cheered him up when Heimweh and weariness made him sad. As springcame on things mended--expenses grew less, work pleasanter, and lifemore bearable than when wintry storms beat on his thinly clad back, andfrost pinched the toes that patiently trudged in old boots. No debtsburdened him; the year of absence was nearly over; and if he chose tostay, Herr Bergmann had hopes for him that would bring independence fora time at least. So he walked under the lindens with a lighter heart, and in the May evenings went about the city with a band of strollingstudents, making music before houses where he used to sit as guest. Noone recognized him in the darkness, though old friends often listenedto the band; and once Minna threw him money, which he humbly received aspart of his penance, being morbid on the subject of his sins. 

His reward came sooner than he expected, and was greater than hedeserved, he thought, though his heart leaped with joy when his masterone day informed him that he was chosen, with several other of his mostpromising pupils, to join the musical society which was to take part inthe great festival in London the next July. Here was not only honour forthe violinist but happiness for the man, as it brought him nearer home, and would open a chance of further promotion and profit in his chosenprofession. 

'Make thyself useful to Bachmeister there in London with thy English, and if all goes well with him, he will be glad to take thee to America, whither he goes in the early autumn for winter concerts. Thou hast donewell these last months, and I have hopes of thee. '

As the great Bergmann seldom praised his pupils, these words filledNat's soul with pride and joy, and he worked yet more diligently thanbefore to fulfil his master's prophecy. He thought the trip to Englandhappiness enough, but found room for more when, early in June, Franzand Emil paid him a flying visit, bringing all sorts of good news, kindwishes, and comfortable gifts for the lonely fellow, who could havefallen on their necks and cried like a girl at seeing his old matesagain. How glad he was to be found in his little room busy at his properwork, not living like an idle gentleman on borrowed money! How proudhe was to tell his plans, assure them that he had no debts, and receivetheir praises for his improvement in music, their respect for hiseconomy and steadfastness in well-doing! How relieved when, havinghonestly confessed his shortcomings, they only laughed, and owned thatthey also had known like experiences, and were the wiser for them. Hewas to go to the wedding late in June, and join his comrades in London. As best man, he could not refuse the new suit Franz insisted on orderingfor him; and a cheque from home about that time made him feel like amillionaire--and a happy one; for this was accompanied by such kindletters full of delight in his success, he felt that he had earned it, and waited for his joyful holiday with the impatience of a boy. 

Dan meantime was also counting the weeks till August, when he wouldbe free. But neither marriage-bells nor festival music awaited him; nofriends would greet him as he left the prison; no hopeful prospect laybefore him; no happy home-going was to be his. Yet his success was fargreater than Nat's, though only God and one good man saw it. It wasa hard-won battle; but he would never have to fight so terrible aone again; for though enemies would still assail from within and fromwithout, he had found the little guide-book that Christian carried inhis bosom, and Love, Penitence, and Prayer, the three sweet sisters, hadgiven him the armour which would keep him safe. He had not learned towear it yet, and chafed against it, though he felt its value, thanks tothe faithful friend who had stood by him all that bitter year. 

Soon he was to be free again, worn and scarred in the fray, but outamong men in the blessed sun and air. When he thought of it Dan felt asif he could not wait, but must burst that narrow cell and fly away, as the caddis-worms he used to watch by the brookside shed their stonycoffins, to climb the ferns and soar into the sky. Night after night helulled himself to sleep with planning how, when he had seen Mary Masonaccording to his promise, he would steer straight for his old friends, the Indians, and in the wilderness hide his disgrace and heal hiswounds. Working to save the many would atone for the sin of killingone, he thought; and the old free life would keep him safe from thetemptations that beset him in cities. 

'By and by, when I'm all right again, and have something to tell thatI'm not ashamed of, I'll go home, ' he said, with a quicker beat of theimpetuous heart that longed to be there so intensely, he found it ashard to curb as one of his unbroken horses on the plains. 'Not yet. Imust get over this first. They'd see and smell and feel the prison tainton me, if I went now, and I couldn't look them in the face and hidethe truth. I can't lose Ted's love, Mother Bhaer's confidence, and therespect of the girls, for they did respect my strength, anyway; but nowthey wouldn't touch me. ' And poor Dan looked with a shudder at the brownfist he clenched involuntarily as he remembered what it had done sincea certain little white hand had laid in it confidingly. 'I'll make 'emproud of me yet; and no one shall ever know of this awful year. I canwipe it out, and I will, so help me God!' And the clenched hand was heldup as if to take a solemn oath that this lost year should yet be madegood, if resolution and repentance could work the miracle. 

Chapter 16. IN THE TENNIS-COURT

Athletic sports were in high favour at Plumfield; and the river wherethe old punt used to wabble about with a cargo of small boys, or echo tothe shrill screams of little girls trying to get lilies, now wasalive with boats of all kinds, from the slender wherry to the trimpleasure-craft, gay with cushions, awnings, and fluttering pennons. Everyone rowed, and the girls as well as the youths had their races, anddeveloped their muscles in the most scientific manner. The large, levelmeadow near the old willow was now the college playground, and herebaseball battles raged with fury, varied by football, leaping, andkindred sports fitted to split the fingers, break the ribs, and strainthe backs of the too ambitious participants. The gentler pastimes of thedamsels were at a safe distance from this Champ de Mars; croquet malletsclicked under the elms that fringed the field, rackets rose and fellenergetically in several tennis-courts, and gates of different heightswere handy to practise the graceful bound by which every girl expectedto save her life some day when the mad bull, which was always coming butnever seemed to arrive, should be bellowing at her heels. 

One of these tennis grounds was called 'Jo's Court', and here the littlelady ruled like a queen; for she was fond of the game, and being bent ondeveloping her small self to the highest degree of perfection, she wasto be found at every leisure moment with some victim hard at it. On acertain pleasant Saturday afternoon she had been playing with Bess andbeating her; for, though more graceful, the Princess was less activethan her cousin, and cultivated her roses by quieter methods. 

'Oh dear! you are tired, and every blessed boy is at that stupidbaseball match. 'What shall I do?' sighed Josie, pushing back the greatred hat she wore, and gazing sadly round her for more worlds to conquer. 

'I'll play presently, when I'm a little cooler. But it is dull work forme, as I never win, ' answered Bess, fanning herself with a large leaf. 

Josie was about to sit down beside her on the rustic seat and wait, whenher quick eye saw afar off two manly forms arrayed in white flannel;their blue legs seemed bearing them towards the battle going on in thedistance; but they never reached the fray; for with a cry of joy, Jo raced away to meet them, bent on securing this heaven-sentreinforcement. Both paused as she came flying up, and both raised theirhats; but oh, the difference there was in the salutes! The stout youthpulled his off lazily and put it on again at once, as if glad to get theduty over; the slender being, with the crimson tie, lifted his with agraceful bend, and held it aloft while he accosted the rosy, breathlessmaid, thus permitting her to see his raven locks smoothly parted, withone little curl upon the brow. Dolly prided himself upon that bow, andpractised it before his glass, but did not bestow it upon all alike, regarding it as a work of art, fit only for the fairest and mostfavoured of his female admirers; for he was a pretty youth, and fanciedhimself an Adonis. 

Eager Josie evidently did not appreciate the honour he did her, for witha nod she begged them both to 'come along and play tennis, not go andget all hot and dirty with the boys'. These two adjectives won the day;for Stuffy was already warmer than he liked to be, and Dolly had ona new suit which he desired to keep immaculate as long as possible, conscious that it was very becoming. 

'Charmed to oblige, ' answered the polite one, with another bend. 

'You play, I'll rest, ' added the fat boy, yearning for repose and gentleconverse with the Princess in the cooling shade. 

'Well, you can comfort Bess, for I've beaten her all to bits and sheneeds amusing. I know you've got something nice in your pocket, George;give her some, and 'Dolphus can have her racket. Now then, fly round';and driving her prey before her, Josie returned in triumph to the court. 

Casting himself ponderously upon the bench, which creaked under hisweight, Stuffy--as we will continue to call him, though no oneelse dared to use the old name now--promptly produced the box ofconfectionery, without which he never travelled far, and regaled Besswith candied violets and other dainties, while Dolly worked hard to holdhis own against a most accomplished antagonist. He would have beaten herif an unlucky stumble, which produced an unsightly stain upon the kneeof those new shorts, had not distracted his mind and made him careless. Much elated at her victory, Josie permitted him to rest, and offeredironical consolation for the mishap which evidently weighed upon hismind. 

'Don't be an old Betty; it can be cleaned. You must have been a catin some former state, you are so troubled about dirt; or a tailor, andlived for clothes. '

'Come now, don't hit a fellow when he is down, ' responded Dolly fromthe grass where he and Stuffy now lay to make room for both girls on theseat. One handkerchief was spread under him, and his elbow leaned uponanother, while his eyes were sadly fixed upon the green and brown spotwhich afflicted him. 'I like to be neat; don't think it civil to cutabout in old shoes and grey flannel shirts before ladies. Our fellowsare gentlemen, and dress as such, ' he added, rather nettled at theword 'tailor'; for he owed one of those too attractive persons anuncomfortably big bill. 

'So are ours; but good clothes alone don't make a gentleman here. Werequire a good deal more, ' flashed Josie, in arms at once to defendher college. 'You will hear of some of the men in "old boots and greyflannel" when you and your fine gentlemen are twiddling your ties andscenting your hair in obscurity. I like old boots and wear them, and Ihate dandies; don't you, Bess?'

'Not when they are kind to me, and belong to our old set, ' answeredBess, with a nod of thanks to Dolly, who was carefully removing aninquisitive caterpillar from one of her little russet shoes. 

'I like a lady who is always polite, and doesn't snap a man's head offif he has a mind of his own; don't you, George?' asked Dolly, with hisbest smile for Bess and a Harvard stare of disapprobation for Josie. 

A tranquil snore was Stuffy's sole reply, and a general laugh restoredpeace for the moment. But Josie loved to harass the lords of creationwho asserted themselves too much, and bided her time for another attacktill she had secured more tennis. She got another game; for Dolly wasa sworn knight of dames, so he obeyed her call, leaving Bess to sketchGeorge as he lay upon his back, his stout legs crossed, and his roundred face partially eclipsed by his hat. Josie got beaten this time andcame back rather cross, so she woke the peaceful sleeper by tickling hisnose with a straw till he sneezed himself into a sitting posture, andlooked wrathfully about for 'that confounded fly'. 

'Come, sit up and let us have a little elegant conversation; you"howling swells" ought to improve our minds and manners, for we areonly poor "country girls in dowdy gowns and hats", ' began the gad-fly, opening the battle with a sly quotation from one of Dolly's unfortunatespeeches about certain studious damsels who cared more for books thanfinery. 

'I didn't mean you! Your gowns are all right, and those hats the latestthing out, ' began poor 'Dolphus, convicting himself by the incautiousexclamation. 

'Caught you that time; I thought you fellows were all gentlemen, civilas well as nice. But you are always sneering at girls who don't dresswell and that is a very unmanly thing to do; my mother said so'; andJosie felt that she had dealt a shrewd blow at the elegant youth whobowed at many shrines if they were well-decorated ones. 

'Got you there, old boy, and she's right. You never hear me talk aboutclothes and such twaddle, ' said Stuffy, suppressing a yawn, and feelingfor another bon-bon wherewith to refresh himself. 

'You talk about eating, and that is even worse for a man. You will marrya cook and keep a restaurant some day, ' laughed Josie, down on him atonce. 

This fearful prediction kept him silent for several moments; but Dollyrallied, and wisely changing the subject, carried war into the enemy'scamp. 

'As you wanted us to improve your manners, allow me to say that youngladies in good society don't make personal remarks or deliver lectures. Little girls who are not out do it, and think it witty; but I assure youit's not good form. '

Josie paused a moment to recover from the shock of being called 'alittle girl', when all the honours of her fourteenth birthday were freshupon her; and Bess said, in the lofty tone which was infinitely morecrushing than Jo's impertinence:

'That is true; but we have lived all our lives with superior people, sowe have no society talk like your young ladies. We are so accustomed tosensible conversation, and helping one another by telling our faults, that we have no gossip to offer you. '

When the Princess reproved, the boys seldom resented it; so Dolly heldhis peace, and Josie burst out, following her cousin's lead, which shethought a happy one:

'Our boys like to have us talk with them, and take kindly any hints wegive. They don't think they know everything and are quite perfect ateighteen, as I've observed the Harvard men do, especially the very youngones. '

Josie took immense satisfaction in that return shot; and Dolly showedthat he was hit, by the nettled tone in which he answered, with asupercilious glance at the hot, dusty, and noisy crowd on the baseballground: 'The class of fellows you have here need all the polish andculture you can give them; and I'm glad they get it. Our men are largelyfrom the best families all over the country, so we don't need girls toteach us anything. '

'It's a pity you don't have more of such "fellows" as ours. They valueand use well what college gives them, and aren't satisfied to slipthrough, getting all the fun they can and shirking the work. Oh, I'veheard you "men" talk, and heard your fathers say they wish they hadn'twasted time and money just that you might say you'd been throughcollege. As for the girls, you'll be much better off in all ways whenthey do get in, and keep you lazy things up to the mark, as we do here. '

'If you have such a poor opinion of us, why do you wear our colour?'asked Dolly, painfully conscious that he was not improving theadvantages his Alma Mater offered him, but bound to defend her. 

'I don't; my hat is scarlet, not crimson. Much you know about a colour, 'scoffed Josie. 

'I know that a cross cow would soon set you scampering, if you flauntedthat red tile under her nose, ' retorted Dolly. 

'I'm ready for her. Can your fine young ladies do this? or you either?'and burning to display her latest accomplishment, Josie ran to thenearest gate, put one hand on the top rail, and vaulted over as lightlyas a bird. 

Bess shook her head, and Stuffy languidly applauded; but Dolly scorningto be braved by a girl, took a flying leap and landed on his feet besideJosie, saying calmly: 'Can you do that?'

'Not yet; but I will by and by. '

As his foe looked a little crestfallen, Dolly relented, and affablyadded sundry feats of a like nature, quite unconscious that he hadfallen into a dreadful snare; for the dull red paint on the gate, notbeing used to such vigorous handling, came off in streaks upon hisshoulders when he turned a backward swing and came up smiling, to berewarded with the aggravating remark:

'If you want to know what crimson is, look at your back; it's nicelystamped on and won't wash out, I think. '

'The deuce it won't!' cried Dolly, trying to get an impossible view, andgiving it up in great disgust. 

'I guess we'd better be going, Dolf, ' said peaceable Stuffy, feelingthat it would be wise to retreat before another skirmish took place, ashis side seemed to be getting the worst of it. 

'Don't hurry, I beg; stay and rest; you must need it after thetremendous amount of brain work you've done this week. It is time forour Greek. Come, Bess. Good afternoon, gentlemen. ' And, with a sweepingcourtesy, Josie led the way, with her hat belligerently cocked up, andher racket borne like a triumphal banner over one shoulder; for havinghad the last word, she felt that she could retire with the honours ofwar. 

Dolly gave Bess his best bow, with the chill on; and Stuffy subsidedluxuriously, with his legs in the air, murmuring in a dreamy tone:

'Little Jo is as cross as two sticks today. I'm going in for anothernap: too hot to play anything. '

'So it is. Wonder if Spitfire was right about these beastly spots?'And Dolly sat down to try dry cleansing with one of his handkerchiefs. 'Asleep?' he asked, after a few moments of this cheerful occupation, fearing that his chum might be too comfortable when he was in a fumehimself. 

'No. I was thinking that Jo wasn't far wrong about shirking. 'Tis ashame to get so little done, when we ought to be grinding like Mortonand Torry and that lot. I never wanted to go to college; but my governormade me. Much good it will do either of us!' answered Stuffy, with agroan; for he hated work, and saw two more long years of it before him. 

'Gives a man prestige, you know. No need to dig. I mean to have a gayold time, and be a "howling swell", if I choose. Between you and methough, it would be no end jolly to have the girls along. Study behanged! But if we've got to turn the grindstone, it would be mighty niceto have some of the little dears to lend a hand. Wouldn't it now?'

'I'd like three this minute--one to fan me, one to kiss me, and oneto give me some iced lemonade!' sighed Stuffy, with a yearning glancetowards the house, whence no succour appeared. 

'How would root-beer do?' asked a voice behind them, which made Dollyspring to his feet and Stuffy roll over like a startled porpoise. 

Sitting on the stile that crossed the wall near by was Mrs Jo, with twojugs slung over her shoulder by a strap, several tin mugs in her hand, and an old-fashioned sun-bonnet on her head. 

'I knew the boys would be killing themselves with ice-water; so Istrolled down with some of my good, wholesome beer. They drank likefishes. But Silas was with me; so my cruse still holds out. Have some?'

'Yes, thanks, very much. Let us pour it. ' And Dolly held the cup whileStuffy joyfully filled it; both very grateful, but rather afraid she hadheard what went before the wish she fulfilled. 

She proved that she had by saying, as they stood drinking her health, while she sat between them, looking like a middle-aged vivandiere, withher jugs and mugs:

'I was glad to hear you say you would like to have girls at yourcollege; but I hope you will learn to speak more respectfully of thembefore they come; for that will be the first lesson they will teachyou. '

'Really, ma'am, I was only joking, ' began Stuffy, gulping down his beerin a hurry. 

'So was I. I'm sure I--I'm devoted to 'em, ' stuttered Dolly, panic-stricken; for he saw that he was in for a lecture of some sort. 

'Not in the right way. Frivolous girls may like to be called "littledears" and things of that sort; but the girls who love study wish to betreated like reasonable beings, not dolls to flirt with. Yes, I'm goingto preach; that's my business; so stand up and take it like men. '

Mrs Jo laughed; but she was in earnest; for by various hints and signsduring the past winter she knew that the boys were beginning to 'seelife' in the way she especially disapproved. Both were far from home, had money enough to waste, and were as inexperienced, curious, andcredulous as most lads of their age. Not fond of books, thereforewithout the safeguard which keeps many studious fellows out of harm; oneself-indulgent, indolent, and so used to luxury that pampering of thesenses was an easy thing; the other vain, as all comely boys are, fullof conceit, and so eager to find favour in the eyes of his comradesthat he was ready for anything which would secure it. These traits andfoibles made both peculiarly liable to the temptations which assailpleasure-loving and weak-willed boys. Mrs Jo knew them well, and haddropped many a warning word since they went to college; but till latelythey seemed not to understand some of her friendly hints; now she wassure they would, and meant to speak out: for long experience with boysmade her both bold and skilful in handling some of the dangers usuallyleft to silence, till it is too late for anything but pity and reproach. 

'I'm going to talk to you like a mother, because yours are far away; andthere are things that mothers can manage best, if they do their duty, 'she solemnly began from the depths of the sunbonnet. 

'Great Scott! We're in for it now!' thought Dolly, in secret dismay;while Stuffy got the first blow by trying to sustain himself withanother mug of beer. 

'That won't hurt you; but I must warn you about drinking other things, George. Overeating is an old story; and a few more fits of illness willteach you to be wise. But drinking is a more serious thing, and leadsto worse harm than any that can afflict your body alone. I hear youtalk about wines as if you knew them and cared more for them than aboy should; and several times I've heard jokes that meant mischief. Forheaven's sake, don't begin to play with this dangerous taste "for fun", as you say, or because it's the fashion, and the other fellows do. Stopat once, and learn that temperance in all things is the only safe rule. '

'Upon my honour, I only take wine and iron. I need a tonic, mothersays, to repair the waste of brain-tissue while I'm studying, ' protestedStuffy, putting down the mug as if it burnt his fingers. 

'Good beef and oatmeal will repair your tissues much better than anytonic of that sort. Work and plain fare are what you want; and I wishI had you here for a few months out of harm's way. I'd Banting you, andfit you to run without puffing, and get on without four or five meals aday. What an absurd hand that is for a man! You ought to be ashamedof it!' And Mrs Jo caught up the plump fist, with deep dimples at eachknuckle, which was fumbling distressfully at the buckle of the belt girtabout a waist far too large for a youth of his age. 

'I can't help it--we all grow fat; it's in the family, ' said Stuffy inself-defence. 

'All the more reason you should live carefully. Do you want to dieearly, or be an invalid all your life?'

'No, ma'am!'

Stuffy looked so scared that Mrs Jo could not be hard upon his buddingsins, for they lay at his overindulgent mother's door line in a greatmeasure; so she softened the tone of her voice, and added, with a littleslap on the fat hand, as she used to do when it was small enough topilfer lumps of sugar from her bowl:

'Then be careful; for a man writes his character in his face; and youdon't want gluttony and intemperance in yours, I know. '

'I'm sure I don't! Please make out a wholesome bill of fare, and I'llstick to it, if I can. I am getting stout, and I don't like it; and myliver's torpid, and I have palpitations and headache. Overwork, mothersays; but it may be overeating. ' And Stuffy gave a sigh of mingledregret for the good things he renounced, and relief as he finishedloosening his belt as soon as his hand was free. 

'I will; follow it, and in a year you'll be a man and not a meal-bag. Now, Dolly'; and Mrs Jo turned to the other culprit, who shook in hisshoes and wished he hadn't come. 

'Are you studying French as industriously as you were last winter?'

'No ma'am; I don't care for it--that is, I, I'm busy with G-Greek justnow, ' answered Dolly, beginning bravely, quite in the dark as to whatthat odd question meant till a sudden memory made him stutter and lookat his shoes with deep interest. 

'Oh, he doesn't study it; only reads French novels and goes to thetheatre when the opera bouffe is here, ' said Stuffy, innocentlyconfirming Mrs Jo's suspicions. 

'So I understood; and that is what I want to speak about. Ted had asudden desire to learn French in that way, from something you said, Dolly; so I went myself, and was quite satisfied that it was no placefor a decent boy. Your men were out in full force; and I was glad tosee that some of the younger ones looked as ashamed as I felt. The olderfellows enjoyed it, and when we came out were waiting to take thosepainted girls to supper. Did you ever go with them?'

'Once. '

'Did you like it?'

'No 'm; I--I came away early, ' stammered Dolly, with a face as red ashis splendid tie. 

'I'm glad you have not lost the grace of blushing yet; but you willsoon, if you keep up this sort of study and forget to be ashamed. Thesociety of such women will unfit you for that of good ones, and lead youinto trouble and sin and shame. Oh, why don't the city fathers stop thatevil thing, when they know the harm it does? It made my heart ache tosee those boys, who ought to be at home and in their beds, going off fora night of riot which would help to ruin some of them for ever. '

The youths looked scared at Mrs Jo's energetic protest against one ofthe fashionable pleasures of the day, and waited in conscience-strickensilence--Stuffy glad that he never went to those gay suppers, andDolly deeply grateful that he 'came away early'. With a hand on eithershoulder, and all the terrors smoothed from her brow, Mrs Jo went onin her most motherly tone, anxious to do for them what no other womanwould, and do it kindly:

'My dear boys, if I didn't love you, I would not say these things. Iknow they are not pleasant; but my conscience won't let me hold my peacewhen a word may keep you from two of the great sins that curse the worldand send so many young men to destruction. You are just beginning tofeel the allurement of them, and soon it will be hard to turn away. Stopnow, I beg of you, and not only save yourselves but help others bya brave example. Come to me if things worry you; don't be afraid orashamed; I have heard many sadder confessions than any you are everlikely to bring me, and been able to comfort many poor fellows, gonewrong for want of a word in time. Do this, and you will be able tokiss your mothers with clean lips, and by and by have the right to askinnocent girls to love you. '

'Yes'm, thank you. I suppose you're right; but it's pretty hard workto toe the mark when ladies give you wine and gentlemen take theirdaughters to see Aimee, ' said Dolly, foreseeing tribulations aheadthough he knew it was time to 'pull up'. 

'So it is; but all the more honour to those who are brave and wiseenough to resist public opinion, and the easy-going morals of bad orcareless men and women. Think of the persons whom you respect most, andin imitating them you will secure the respect of those who look up toyou. I'd rather my boys should be laughed at and cold-shouldered by ahundred foolish fellows than lose what, once gone, no power can givethem back--innocence and self-respect. I don't wonder you find it"hard to toe the mark", when books, pictures, ball-rooms, theatres, andstreets offer temptations; yet you can resist, if you try. Last winterMrs Brooke used to worry about John's being out so late reporting; butwhen she spoke to him about the things he must see and hear on his wayto and fro from the office at midnight, he said in his sober way, "Iknow what you mean, mother; but no fellow need to go wrong unless hewants to. "

'That's like the Deacon!' exclaimed Stuffy, with an approving smile onhis fat face. 

'I'm glad you told me that. He's right; and it's because he doesn't wantto go wrong we all respect him so, ' added Dolly, looking up now withan expression which assured his Mentor that the right string had beentouched, and a spirit of emulation roused, more helpful, perhaps, thanany words of hers. Seeing this, she was satisfied, and said, as sheprepared to leave the bar before which her culprits had been tried andfound guilty, but recommended to mercy:

'Then be to others what John is to you--a good example. Forgive me fortroubling you, my dear lads, and remember my little preachment. I thinkit will do you good, though I may never know it. Chance words spokenin kindness often help amazingly; and that's what old people are herefor--else their experience is of little use. Now, come and find theyoung folk. I hope I shall never have to shut the gates of Plumfieldupon you, as I have on some of your "gentlemen". I mean to keep myboys and girls safe if I can, and this a wholesome place where the goodold-fashioned virtues are lived and taught. '

Much impressed by that dire threat, Dolly helped her from her perch withdeep respect; and Stuffy relieved her of her empty jugs, solemnly vowingto abstain from all fermented beverages except root-beer, as longas feeble flesh could hold out. Of course they made light of 'MotherBhaer's lecture' when they were alone--that was to be expected of 'menof our class' but in their secret souls they thanked her for givingtheir boyish consciences a jog, and more than once afterward had causeto remember gratefully that half-hour in the tennis court. 

Chapter 17. AMONG THE MAIDS

Although this story is about Jo's boys, her girls cannot be neglected, because they held a high place in this little republic, and especialcare was taken to fit them to play their parts worthily in the greatrepublic which offered them wider opportunities and more serious duties. To many the social influence was the better part of the trainingthey received; for education is not confined to books, and the finestcharacters often graduate from no college, but make experience theirmaster, and life their book. Others cared only for the mental culture, and were in danger of over-studying, under the delusion which pervadesNew England that learning must be had at all costs, forgetting thathealth and real wisdom are better. A third class of ambitious girlshardly knew what they wanted, but were hungry for whatever could fitthem to face the world and earn a living, being driven by necessity, the urgency of some half-conscious talent, or the restlessness ofstrong young natures to break away from the narrow life which no longersatisfied. 

At Plumfield all found something to help them; for the growinginstitution had not yet made its rules as fixed as the laws of theMedes and Persians, and believed so heartily in the right of allsexes, colours, creeds, and ranks to education, that there was roomfor everyone who knocked, and a welcome to the shabby youths from upcountry, the eager girls from the West, the awkward freedman or womanfrom the South, or the well-born student whose poverty made this collegea possibility when other doors were barred. There still was prejudice, ridicule, neglect in high places, and prophecies of failure to contendagainst; but the Faculty was composed of cheerful, hopeful men and womenwho had seen greater reforms spring from smaller roots, and after stormyseasons blossom beautifully, to add prosperity and honour to the nation. So they worked on steadily and bided their time, full of increasingfaith in their attempt as year after year their numbers grew, theirplans succeeded, and the sense of usefulness in this most vital of allprofessions blessed them with its sweet rewards. 

Among the various customs which had very naturally sprung up was oneespecially useful and interesting to 'the girls', as the young womenliked to be called. It all grew out of the old sewing hour still kept upby the three sisters long after the little work-boxes had expanded intobig baskets full of household mending. They were busy women, yet onSaturdays they tried to meet in one of the three sewing-rooms; foreven classic Parnassus had its nook where Mrs Amy often sat among herservants, teaching them to make and mend, thereby giving them a respectfor economy, since the rich lady did not scorn to darn her hose, and sewon buttons. In these household retreats, with books and work, and theirdaughters by them, they read and sewed and talked in the sweet privacythat domestic women love, and can make so helpful by a wise mixture ofcooks and chemistry, table linen and theology, prosaic duties and goodpoetry. 

Mrs Meg was the first to propose enlarging this little circle; for asshe went her motherly rounds among the young women she found a sad lackof order, skill, and industry in this branch of education. Latin, Greek, the higher mathematics, and science of all sorts prospered finely; butthe dust gathered on the work-baskets, frayed elbows went unheeded, andsome of the blue stockings sadly needed mending. Anxious lest the usualsneer at learned women should apply to 'our girls', she gently lured twoor three of the most untidy to her house, and made the hour so pleasant, the lesson so kindly, that they took the hint, were grateful for thefavour, and asked to come again. Others soon begged to make the detestedweekly duty lighter by joining the party, and soon it was a privilegeso much desired that the old museum was refitted with sewing-machines, tables, rocking-chair, and a cheerful fireplace, so that, rain or shine, the needles might go on undisturbed. 

Here Mrs Meg was in her glory, and stood wielding her big shears like aqueen as she cut out white work, fitted dresses, and directed Daisy, herspecial aide, about the trimming of hats, and completing the lace andribbon trifles which add grace to the simplest costume and save pooror busy girls so much money and time. Mrs Amy contributed taste, anddecided the great question of colours and complexions; for few women, even the most learned, are without that desire to look well which makesmany a plain face comely, as well as many a pretty one ugly for want ofskill and knowledge of the fitness of things. She also took her turn toprovide books for the readings, and as art was her forte she gave themselections from Ruskin, Hamerton, and Mrs Jameson, who is never old. Bess read these aloud as her contribution, and Josie took her turn atthe romances, poetry, and plays her uncles recommended. Mrs Jo gavelittle lectures on health, religion, politics, and the various questionsin which all should be interested, with copious extracts from MissCobbe's Duties of Women, Miss Brackett's Education of American Girls, Mrs Duffy's No Sex in Education, Mrs Woolson's Dress Reform, and many ofthe other excellent books wise women write for their sisters, now thatthey are waking up and asking: 'What shall we do?'

It was curious to see the prejudices melt away as ignorance wasenlightened, indifference change to interest, and intelligent mindsset thinking, while quick wits and lively tongues added spice to thediscussions which inevitably followed. So the feet that wore the neatlymended hose carried wiser heads than before, the pretty gowns coveredhearts warmed with higher purposes, and the hands that dropped thethimbles for pens, lexicons, and celestial globes, were better fittedfor life's work, whether to rock cradles, tend the sick, or help on thegreat work of the world. 

One day a brisk discussion arose concerning careers for women. Mrs Johad read something on the subject and asked each of the dozen girlssitting about the room, what she intended to do on leaving college. The answers were as usual: 'I shall teach, help mother, study medicine, art, ' etc. ; but nearly all ended with:

'Till I marry. '

'But if you don't marry, what then?' asked Mrs Jo, feeling like a girlagain as she listened to the answers, and watched the thoughtful, gay, or eager faces. 

'Be old maids, I suppose. Horrid, but inevitable, since there are somany superfluous women, ' answered a lively lass, too pretty to fearsingle blessedness unless she chose it. 

'It is well to consider that fact, and fit yourselves to be useful, notsuperfluous women. That class, by the way, is largely made up of widows, I find; so don't consider it a slur on maidenhood. '

'That's a comfort! Old maids aren't sneered at half as much as they usedto be, since some of them have grown famous and proved that woman isn'ta half but a whole human being, and can stand alone. '

'Don't like it all the same. We can't all be like Miss Nightingale, MissPhelps, and the rest. '

So what can we do but sit in a corner and look on?' asked a plain girlwith a dissatisfied expression. 

'Cultivate cheerfulness and content, if nothing else. But there are somany little odd jobs waiting to be done that nobody need "sit idle andlook on", unless she chooses, ' said Mrs Meg, with a smile, laying on thegirl's head the new hat she had just trimmed. 

'Thank you very much. Yes, Mrs Brooke, I see; it's a little job, butit makes me neat and happy--and grateful, ' she added, looking up withbrighter eyes as she accepted the labour of love and the lesson assweetly as they were given. 

'One of the best and most beloved women I know has been doing odd jobsfor the Lord for years, and will keep at it till her dear hands arefolded in her coffin. All sorts of things she does--picks up neglectedchildren and puts them in safe homes, saves lost girls, nurses poorwomen in trouble, sews, knits, trots, begs, works for the poor day afterday with no reward but the thanks of the needy, the love and honourof the rich who make Saint Matilda their almoner. That's a life worthliving; and I think that quiet little woman will get a higher seat inHeaven than many of those of whom the world has heard. '

'I know it's lovely, Mrs Bhaer; but it's dull for young folks. We dowant a little fun before we buckle to, ' said a Western girl with awide-awake face. 

'Have your fun, my dear; but if you must earn your bread, try to make itsweet with cheerfulness, not bitter with the daily regret that it isn'tcake. I used to think mine was a very hard fate because I had to amusea somewhat fretful old lady; but the books I read in that lonely libraryhave been of immense use to me since, and the dear old soul bequeathedme Plumfield for my "cheerful service and affectionate care". I didn'tdeserve it, but I did use to try to be jolly and kind, and get asmuch honey out of duty as I could, thanks to my dear mother's help andadvice. '

'Gracious! if I could earn a place like this, I'd sing all day and be anangel; but you have to take your chance, and get nothing for your pains, perhaps. I never do, ' said the Westerner, who had a hard time with smallmeans and large aspirations. 

'Don't do it for the reward; but be sure it will come, though not in theshape you expect. I worked hard for fame and money one winter; but Igot neither, and was much disappointed. A year afterwards I found I hadearned two prizes: skill with my pen, and Professor Bhaer. '

Mrs Jo's laugh was echoed blithely by the girls, who liked to have theseconversations enlivened by illustrations from life. 

'You are a very lucky woman, ' began the discontented damsel, whose soulsoared above new hats, welcome as they were, but did not quite knowwhere to steer. 

'Yet her name used to be "Luckless Jo", and she never had what shewanted till she had given up hoping for it, ' said Mrs Meg. 

'I'll give up hoping, then, right away, and see if my wishes will come. I only want to help my folks, and get a good school. '

'Take this proverb for your guide: "Get the distaff ready, and the Lordwill send the flax", ' answered Mrs Jo. 

'We'd better all do that, if we are to be spinsters, ' said the prettyone, adding gaily, 'I think I should like it, on the whole--they are soindependent. My Aunt Jenny can do just what she likes, and ask no one'sleave; but Ma has to consult Pa about everything. Yes, I'll give you mychance, Sally, and be a "superfluum", as Mr Plock says. '

'You'll be one of the first to go into bondage, see if you aren't. Muchobliged, all the same. '

'Well, I'll get my distaff ready, and take whatever flax the Fatessend--single, or double-twisted, as the powers please. '

'That is the right spirit, Nelly. Keep it up, and see how happy lifewill be with a brave heart, a willing hand, and plenty to do. '

'No one objects to plenty of domestic work or fashionable pleasure, Ifind; but the minute we begin to study, people tell us we can't bear it, and warn us to be very careful. I've tried the other things, and got sotired I came to college; though my people predict nervous exhaustion andan early death. Do you think there is any danger?' asked a stately girl, with an anxious glance at the blooming face reflected in the mirroropposite. 

'Are you stronger or weaker than when you came two years ago, MissWinthrop?'

'Stronger in body, and much happier in mind. I think I was dying ofennui; but the doctors called it inherited delicacy of constitution. That is why mamma is so anxious, and I wish not to go too fast. '

'Don't worry, my dear; that active brain of yours was starving for goodfood; it has plenty now, and plain living suits you better than luxuryand dissipation. It is all nonsense about girls not being able to studyas well as boys. Neither can bear cramming; but with proper care bothare better for it; so enjoy the life your instinct led you to, and wewill prove that wise headwork is a better cure for that sort of delicacythan tonics, and novels on the sofa, where far too many of our girlsgo to wreck nowadays. They burn the candle at both ends; and when theybreak down they blame the books, not the balls. '

'Dr Nan was telling me about a patient of hers who thought she hadheart-complaint, till Nan made her take off her corsets, stopped hercoffee and dancing all night, and made her eat, sleep, walk, and liveregularly for a time; and now she's a brilliant cure. Common senseversus custom, Nan said. '

'I've had no headaches since I came here, and can do twice as muchstudying as I did at home. It's the air, I think, and the fun of goingahead of the boys, ' said another girl, tapping her big forehead withher thimble, as if the lively brain inside was in good working order andenjoyed the daily gymnastics she gave it. 

'Quality, not quantity, wins the day, you know. Our brains may besmaller, but I don't see that they fall short of what is required ofthem; and if I'm not mistaken, the largest-headed man in our class isthe dullest, ' said Nelly, with a solemn air which produced a gale ofmerriment; for all knew that the young Goliath she mentioned had beenmetaphorically slain by this quick-witted David on many a battle-field, to the great disgust of himself and his mates. 

'Mrs Brooke, do I gauge on the right or the wrong side?' asked thebest Greek scholar of her class, eyeing a black silk apron with a lostexpression. 

'The right, Miss Pierson; and leave a space between the tucks; it looksprettier so. '

'I'll never make another; but it will save my dresses from ink-stains, so I'm glad I've got it'; and the erudite Miss Pierson laboured on, finding it a harder task than any Greek root she ever dug up. 

'We paper-stainers must learn how to make shields, or we are lost. I'll give you a pattern of the pinafore I used to wear in my"blood-and-thunder days", as we call them, ' said Mrs Jo, trying toremember what became of the old tin-kitchen which used to hold herworks. 

'Speaking of writers reminds me that my ambition is to be a GeorgeEliot, and thrill the world! It must be so splendid to know that onehas such power, and to hear people own that one possesses a "masculineintellect"! I don't care for most women's novels, but hers are immense;don't you think so, Mrs Bhaer?' asked the girl with the big forehead, and torn braid on her skirt. 

'Yes; but they don't thrill me as little Charlotte Bronte's books do. The brain is there, but the heart seems left out. I admire, but I don'tlove, George Eliot; and her life is far sadder to me than Miss Bronte's, because, in spite of the genius, love, and fame, she missed the lightwithout which no soul is truly great, good, or happy. '

'Yes'm, I know; but still it's so romantic and sort of new andmysterious, and she was great in one sense. Her nerves and dyspepsia dorather destroy the illusion; but I adore famous people and mean to goand see all I can scare up in London some day. '

'You will find some of the best of them busy about just the work Irecommend to you; and if you want to see a great lady, I'll tell youthat Mrs Laurence means to bring one here today. Lady Abercrombie islunching with her, and after seeing the college is to call on us. Sheespecially wanted to see our sewing-school, as she is interested inthings of this sort, and gets them up at home. '

'Bless me! I always imagined lords and ladies did nothing but ride roundin a coach and six, go to balls, and be presented to the Queen in cockedhats, and trains and feathers, ' exclaimed an artless young person fromthe wilds of Maine, whither an illustrated paper occasionally wandered. 

'Not at all; Lord Abercrombie is over here studying up our Americanprison system, and my lady is busy with the schools--both veryhigh-born, but the simplest and most sensible people I've met this longtime. They are neither of them young nor handsome, and dress plainly;so don't expect anything splendid. Mr Laurence was telling me last nightabout a friend of his who met my lord in the hall, and owing to a roughgreatcoat and a red face, mistook him for a coachman, and said: "Now, my man, what do you want here?" Lord Abercrombie mildly mentioned whohe was, and that he had come to dinner. And the poor host was muchafflicted, saying afterward: "Why didn't he wear his stars and garters?then a fellow would know he was a lord. "'

The girls laughed again, and a general rustle betrayed that each wasprinking a bit before the titled guest arrived. Even Mrs Jo settled hercollar, and Mrs Meg felt if her cap was right, while Bess shook outher curls and Josie boldly consulted the glass; for they were women, inspite of philosophy and philanthropy. 

'Shall we all rise?' asked one girl, deeply impressed by the impendinghonour. 

'It would be courteous. '

'Shall we shake hands?'

'No, I'll present you en masse, and your pleasant faces will beintroduction enough. '

'I wish I'd worn my best dress. Ought to have told us, ' whispered Sally. 

'Won't my folks be surprised when I tell them we have had a real lady tocall on us?' said another. 

'Don't look as if you'd never seen a gentlewoman before, Milly. We arenot all fresh from the wilderness, ' added the stately damsel who, havingMayflower ancestors, felt that she was the equal of all the crownedheads of Europe. 

'Hush, she's coming! Oh, my heart, what a bonnet!' cried the gay girl ina stage whisper; and every eye was demurely fixed upon the busy hands asthe door opened to admit Mrs Laurence and her guest. 

It was rather a shock to find, after the general introduction was over, that this daughter of a hundred earls was a stout lady in a plain gown, and a rather weather-beaten bonnet, with a bag of papers in one handand a note-book in the other. But the face was full of benevolence, thesonorous voice very kind, the genial manners very winning, and about thewhole person an indescribable air of high breeding which made beauty ofno consequence, costume soon forgotten, and the moment memorable to thekeen-eyed girls whom nothing escaped. 

A little chat about the rise, growth, and success of this particularclass, and then Mrs Jo led the conversation to the English lady'swork, anxious to show her pupils how rank dignifies labour, and charityblesses wealth. 

It was good for these girls to hear of the evening-schools supported andtaught by women whom they knew and honoured; of Miss Cobbe's eloquentprotest winning the protection of the law for abused wives; Mrs Butlersaving the lost; Mrs Taylor, who devoted one room in her historic houseto a library for the servants; Lord Shaftesbury, busy with his newtenement-houses in the slums of London; of prison reforms; and all thebrave work being done in God's name by the rich and great for the humbleand the poor. It impressed them more than many quiet home lectures wouldhave done, and roused an ambition to help when their time should come, well knowing that even in glorious America there is still plenty to bedone before she is what she should be--truly just, and free, and great. They were also quick to see that Lady Abercrombie treated all there asher equals, from stately Mrs Laurence, to little Josie, taking notesof everything and privately resolving to have some thick-soled Englishboots as soon as possible. No one would have guessed that she had abig house in London, a castle in Wales, and a grand country seat inScotland, as she spoke of Parnassus with admiration, Plumfield as a'dear old home', and the college as an honour to all concerned in it. At that, of course, every head went up a little, and when my lady left, every hand was ready for the hearty shake the noble Englishwoman gavethem, with words they long remembered:

'I am very pleased to see this much-neglected branch of a woman'seducation so well conducted here, and I have to thank my friendMrs Laurence for one of the most charming pictures I've seen inAmerica--Penelope among her maids. '

A group of smiling faces watched the stout boots trudge away, respectfulglances followed the shabby bonnet till it was out of sight, and thegirls felt a truer respect for their titled guest than if she had comein the coach and six, with all her diamonds on. 

'I feel better about the "odd jobs" now. I only wish I could do them aswell as Lady Abercrombie does, ' said one. 

'I thanked my stars my buttonholes were nice, for she looked at them andsaid: "Quite workmanlike, upon my word, " added another, feeling that hergingham gown had come to honour. 

'Her manners were as sweet and kind as Mrs Brooke's. Not a bit stiff orcondescending, as I expected. I see now what you meant, Mrs Bhaer, whenyou said once that well-bred people were the same all the world over. '

Mrs Meg bowed her thanks for the compliment, and Mrs Bhaer said:

'I know them when I see them, but never shall be a model of deportmentmyself. I'm glad you enjoyed the little visit. Now, if you young peopledon't want England to get ahead of us in many ways, you must bestiryourselves and keep abreast; for our sisters are in earnest, you see, and don't waste time worrying about their sphere, but make it whereverduty calls them. '

'We will do our best, ma'am, ' answered the girls heartily, and troopedaway with their work-baskets, feeling that though they might never beHarriet Martineaus, Elizabeth Brownings, or George Eliots, they mightbecome noble, useful, and independent women, and earn for themselvessome sweet title from the grateful lips of the poor, better than any aqueen could bestow. 

Chapter 18. CLASS DAY

The clerk of the weather evidently has a regard for young people, andsends sunshine for class days as often as he can. An especially lovelyone shone over Plumfield as this interesting anniversary came round, bringing the usual accompaniments of roses, strawberries, white-gownedgirls, beaming youths, proud friends, and stately dignitaries full ofwell-earned satisfaction with the yearly harvest. As Laurence Collegewas a mixed one, the presence of young women as students gave to theoccasion a grace and animation entirely wanting where the picturesquehalf of creation appear merely as spectators. The hands that turned thepages of wise books also possessed the skill to decorate the hall withflowers; eyes tired with study shone with hospitable warmth on theassembling guests; and under the white muslins beat hearts as full ofambition, hope, and courage as those agitating the broadcloth of theruling sex. 

College Hill, Parnassus, and old Plum swarmed with cheery faces, asguests, students, and professors hurried to and fro in the pleasantexcitement of arriving and receiving. Everyone was welcomed cordially, whether he rolled up in a fine carriage, or trudged afoot to see thegood son or daughter come to honour on the happy day that rewardedmany a mutual sacrifice. Mr Laurie and his wife were on the receptioncommittee, and their lovely house was overflowing. Mrs Meg, with Daisyand Jo as aides, was in demand among the girls, helping on belatedtoilettes, giving an eye to spreads, and directing the decorations. MrsJo had her hands full as President's lady, and the mother of Ted; for ittook all the power and skill of that energetic woman to get her son intohis Sunday best. 

Not that he objected to be well arrayed; far from it; he adored goodclothes, and owing to his great height already revelled in a dress-suit, bequeathed him by a dandy friend. The effect was very funny; but hewould wear it in spite of the jeers of his mates, and sighed vainly fora beaver, because his stern parent drew the line there. He pleaded thatEnglish lads of ten wore them and were 'no end nobby'; but his motheronly answered, with a consoling pat of the yellow mane:

'My child, you are absurd enough now; if I let you add a tall hat, Plumfield wouldn't hold either of us, such would be the scorn andderision of all beholders. Content yourself with looking like the ghostof a waiter, and don't ask for the most ridiculous head-gear in theknown world. '

Denied this noble badge of manhood, Ted soothed his wounded soul byappearing in collars of an amazing height and stiffness, and ties whichwere the wonder of all female eyes. This freak was a sort of vengeanceon his hard-hearted mother; for the collars drove the laundress todespair, never being just right, and the ties required such art inthe tying that three women sometimes laboured long before--like BeauBrummel--he turned from a heap of 'failures' with the welcome words:'That will do. ' Rob was devoted on these trying occasions, his owntoilet being distinguished only by its speed, simplicity, and neatness. Ted was usually in a frenzy before he was suited, and roars, whistles, commands, and groans were heard from the den wherein the Lion raged andthe Lamb patiently toiled. Mrs Jo bore it till boots were hurled and arain of hair-brushes set in, then, fearing for the safety of her eldest, she would go to the rescue, and by a wise mixture of fun and authorityfinally succeed in persuading Ted that he was 'a thing of beauty', if not 'a joy for ever'. At last he would stalk majestically forth, imprisoned in collars compared to which those worn by Dickens'safflicted Biler were trifles not worth mentioning. The dresscoat wasa little loose in the shoulders, but allowed a noble expanse of glossybosom to be seen, and with a delicate handkerchief negligently droopingat the proper angle, had a truly fine effect. Boots that shone, and likewise pinched, appeared at one end of the 'long, blackclothes-pin'--as Josie called him---and a youthful but solemn face atthe other, carried at an angle which, if long continued, would haveresulted in spinal curvature. Light gloves, a cane, and--oh, bitter dropin the cup of joy!--an ignominious straw hat, not to mention a choicefloweret in the buttonhole, and a festoon of watchguard below, finishedoff this impressive boy. 

'How's that for style?' he asked, appearing to his mother and cousinswhom he was to escort to the hall on this particular occasion. 

A shout of laughter greeted him, followed by exclamations of horror;for he had artfully added the little blond moustache he often wore whenacting. It was very becoming, and seemed the only balm to heal the woundmade by the loss of the beloved hat. 

'Take it off this moment, you audacious boy! What would your father sayto such a prank on this day when we must all behave our best?' said MrsJo, trying to frown, but privately thinking that among the many youthsabout her none were so beautiful and original as her long son. 

'Let him wear it, Aunty; it's so becoming. No one will ever guess heisn't eighteen at least, ' cried Josie, to whom disguise of any sort wasalways charming. 

'Father won't observe it; he'll be absorbed in his big-wigs and thegirls. No matter if he does, he'll enjoy the joke and introduce me ashis oldest son. Rob is nowhere when I'm in full fig'; and Ted took thestage with a tragic stalk, like Hamlet in a tail-coat and choker. 

'My son, obey me!' and when Mrs Jo spoke in that tone her word waslaw. Later, however, the moustache appeared, and many strangers firmlybelieved that there were three young Bhaers. So Ted found one ray of joyto light his gloom. 

Mr Bhaer was a proud and happy man when, at the appointed hour, helooked down upon the parterre of youthful faces before him, thinking ofthe 'little gardens' in which he had hopefully and faithfully sowed goodseed years ago, and from which this beautiful harvest seemed to havesprung. Mr March's fine old face shone with the serenest satisfaction, for this was the dream of his life fulfilled after patient waiting; andthe love and reverence in the countenances of the eager young men andwomen looking up at him plainly showed that the reward he coveted washis in fullest measure. Laurie always effaced himself on these occasionsas much as courtesy would permit; for everyone spoke gratefully in ode, poem, and oration of the founder of the college and noble dispenser ofhis beneficence. The three sisters beamed with pride as they sat amongthe ladies, enjoying, as only women can, the honour done the menthey loved; while 'the original Plums', as the younger ones calledthemselves, regarded the whole affair as their work, receiving thecurious, admiring, or envious glances of strangers with a mixture ofdignity and delight rather comical to behold. 

The music was excellent, and well it might be when Apollo waved thebaton. The poems were--as usual on such occasions--of varied excellence, as the youthful speakers tried to put old truths into new words, andmade them forceful by the enthusiasm of their earnest faces and freshvoices. It was beautiful to see the eager interest with which the girlslistened to some brilliant brother-student, and applauded him with arustle as of wind over a bed of flowers. It was still more significantand pleasant to watch the young men's faces when a slender white figurestood out against the background of black-coated dignitaries, and withcheeks that flushed and paled, and lips that trembled till earnestpurpose conquered maiden fear, spoke to them straight out of a woman'sheart and brain concerning the hopes and doubts, the aspirations andrewards all must know, desire, and labour for. This clear, sweet voiceseemed to reach and rouse all that was noblest in the souls of theseyouths, and to set a seal upon the years of comradeship which made themsacred and memorable for ever. 

Alice Heath's oration was unanimously pronounced the success of the day;for without being flowery or sentimental, as is too apt to be the casewith these first efforts of youthful orators, it was earnest, sensible, and so inspiring that she left the stage in a storm of applause, thegood fellows being as much fired by her stirring appeal to 'marchshoulder to shoulder', as if she had chanted the 'Marseillaise' thenand there. One young man was so excited that he nearly rushed out of hisseat to receive her as she hastened to hide herself among her mates, whowelcomed her with faces full of tender pride and tearful eye. A prudentsister detained him, however, and in a moment he was able to listen withcomposure to the President's remarks. 

They were worth listening to, for Mr Bhaer spoke like a father to thechildren whom he was dismissing to the battle of life; and his tender, wise, and helpful words lingered in their hearts long after the praisewas forgotten. Then came other exercises peculiar to Plumfield, and theend. Why the roof did not fly off when the sturdy lungs of the excitedyoung men pealed out the closing hymn will for ever be a mystery; butit remained firm, and only the fading garlands vibrated as the waves ofmusic rolled up and died away, leaving sweet echoes to haunt the placefor another year. 

Dinners and spreads consumed the afternoon, and at sunset came a slightlull as everyone sought some brief repose before the festivities of theevening began. The President's reception was one of the enjoyable thingsin store, also dancing on Parnassus, and as much strolling, singing, andflirting, as could be compressed into a few hours by youths and maidensjust out of school. 

Carriages were rolling about, and gay groups on piazzas, lawns, andwindow-seats idly speculated as to who the distinguished guests mightbe. The appearance of a very dusty vehicle loaded with trunks at MrBhaer's hospitably open door caused much curious comment among theloungers, especially as two rather foreign-looking gentlemen sprang out, followed by two young ladies, all four being greeted with cries of joyand much embracing by the Bhaers. Then they all disappeared into thehouse, the luggage followed, and the watchers were left to wonder whothe mysterious strangers were, till a fair collegian declared that theymust be the Professor's nephews, one of whom was expected on his weddingjourney. 

She was right; Franz proudly presented his blonde and buxom bride, andshe was hardly kissed and blessed when Emil led up his bonny EnglishMary, with the rapturous announcement:

'Uncle, Aunt Jo, here's another daughter! Have you room for my wife, too?'

There could be no doubt of that; and Mary was with difficulty rescuedfrom the glad embraces of her new relatives, who, remembering all theyoung pair had suffered together, felt that this was the natural andhappy ending of the long voyage so perilously begun. 

'But why not tell us, and let us be ready for two brides instead ofone?' asked Mrs Jo, looking as usual rather demoralizing in a wrapperand crimping-pins, having rushed down from her chamber, where she waspreparing for the labours of the evening. 

'Well, I remembered what a good joke you all considered Uncle Laurie'smarriage, and I thought I'd give you another nice little surprise, 'laughed Emil. 'I'm off duty, and it seemed best to take advantage ofwind and tide, and come along as convoy to the old boy here. We hoped toget in last night, but couldn't fetch it, so here we are in time for theend of the jollification, anyway. '

'Ah, my sons, it is too feeling-full to see you both so happy and againin the old home. I haf no words to outpour my gratitude, and canonly ask of the dear Gott in Himmel to bless and keep you all, ' criedProfessor Bhaer, trying to gather all four into his arms at once, whiletears rolled down his cheeks, and his English failed him. 

An April shower cleared the air and relieved the full hearts of thehappy family; then of course everyone began to talk--Franz and Ludmillain German with uncle, Emil and Mary with the aunts; and round this groupgathered the young folk, clamouring to hear all about the wreck, and therescue, and the homeward voyage. It was a very different story from thewritten one; and as they listened to Emil's graphic words, with Mary'ssoft voice breaking in now and then to add some fact that brought outthe courage, patience, and self-sacrifice he so lightly touched upon, itbecame a solemn and pathetic thing to see and hear these happy creaturestell of that great danger and deliverance. 

'I never hear the patter of rain now that I don't want to say myprayers; and as for women, I'd like to take my hat off to every one of'em, for they are braver than any man I ever saw, ' said Emil, with thenew gravity that was as becoming to him as the new gentleness with whichhe treated everyone. 

'If women are brave, some men are as tender and self-sacrificing aswomen. I know one who in the night slipped his share of food into agirl's pocket, though starving himself, and sat for hours rocking a sickman in his arms that he might get a little sleep. No, love, I will tell, and you must let me!' cried Mary, holding in both her own the hand helaid on her lips to silence her. 

'Only did my duty. If that torment had lasted much longer I mighthave been as bad as poor Barry and the boatswain. Wasn't that an awfulnight?' And Emil shuddered as he recalled it. 

'Don't think of it, dear. Tell about the happy days on the Urania, whenpapa grew better and we were all safe and homeward bound, ' said Mary, with the trusting look and comforting touch which seemed to banish thedark and recall the bright side of that terrible experience. 

Emil cheered up at once, and sitting with his arm about his 'dear lass', in true sailor fashion told the happy ending of the tale. 

'Such a jolly old time as we had at Hamburg! Uncle Hermann couldn't doenough for the captain, and while mamma took care of him, Mary lookedafter me. I had to go into dock for repairs; fire hurt my eyes, andwatching for a sail and want of sleep made 'em as hazy as a London fog. She was pilot and brought me in all right, you see, only I couldn't partcompany, so she came aboard as first mate, and I'm bound straight forglory now. '

'Hush! that's silly, dear, ' whispered Mary, trying in her turn to stophim, with English shyness about tender topics. But he took the soft handin his, and proudly surveying the one ring it wore, went on with the airof an admiral aboard his flagship. 

'The captain proposed waiting a spell; but I told him we weren't liketo see any rougher weather than we'd pulled through together, and if wedidn't know one another after such a year as this, we never should. Iwas sure I shouldn't be worth my pay without this hand on the wheel; soI had my way, and my brave little woman has shipped for the long voyage. God bless her!'

'Shall you really sail with him?' asked Daisy, admiring her courage, butshrinking with cat-like horror from the water. 

'I'm not afraid, ' answered Mary, with a loyal smile. 'I've proved mycaptain in fair weather and in foul, and if he is ever wrecked again, I'd rather be with him than waiting and watching ashore. '

'A true woman, and a born sailor's wife! You are a happy man, Emil, andI'm sure this trip will be a prosperous one, ' cried Mrs Jo, delightedwith the briny flavour of this courtship. 'Oh, my dear boy, I alwaysfelt you'd come back, and when everyone else despaired I never gave up, but insisted that you were clinging to the main-top jib somewhere onthat dreadful sea'; and Mrs Jo illustrated her faith by grasping Emilwith a truly Pillycoddian gesture. 

'Of course I was!' answered Emil heartily; 'and my "main-top jib" inthis case was the thought of what you and Uncle said to me. That keptme up; and among the million thoughts that came to me during thoselong nights none was clearer than the idea of the red strand, youremember--English navy, and all that. I liked the notion, and resolvedthat if a bit of my cable was left afloat, the red stripe should bethere. '

'And it was, my dear, it was! Captain Hardy testifies to that, and hereis your reward'; and Mrs Jo kissed Mary with a maternal tendernesswhich betrayed that she liked the English rose better than the blue-eyedGerman Kornblumen, sweet and modest though it was. 

Emil surveyed the little ceremony with complacency, saying, as he lookedabout the room which he never thought to see again: 'Odd, isn't it, how clearly trifles come back to one in times of danger? As we floatedthere, half-starved, and in despair, I used to think I heard the bellsringing here, and Ted tramping downstairs, and you calling, "Boys, boys, it's time to get up!" I actually smelt the coffee we used to have, and one night I nearly cried when I woke from a dream of Asia's gingercookies. I declare, it was one of the bitterest disappointments of mylife to face hunger with that spicy smell in my nostrils. If you've gotany, do give me one!'

A pitiful murmur broke from all the aunts and cousins, and Emil was atonce borne away to feast on the desired cookies, a supply always beingon hand. Mrs Jo and her sister joined the other group, glad to hear whatFranz was saying about Nat. 

'The minute I saw how thin and shabby he was, I knew that something waswrong; but he made light of it, and was so happy over our visit andnews that I let him off with a brief confession, and went to ProfessorBaumgarten and Bergmann. From them I learned the whole story ofhis spending more money than he ought and trying to atone for it byunnecessary work and sacrifice. Baumgarten thought it would do him good, so kept his secret till I came. It did him good, and he's paid his debtsand earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, like an honest fellow. '

'I like that much in Nat. It is, as I said, a lesson, and he learnsit well. He proves himself a man, and has deserved the place Bergmannoffers him, ' said Mr Bhaer, looking well pleased as Franz added somefacts already recorded. 

'I told you, Meg, that he had good stuff in him, and love for Daisywould keep him straight. Dear lad, I wish I had him here this moment!'cried Mrs Jo, forgetting in delight the doubts and anxieties which hadtroubled her for months past. 

'I am very glad, and suppose I shall give in as I always do, especiallynow that the epidemic rages so among us. You and Emil have set all theirheads in a ferment, and Josie will be demanding a lover before I canturn round, ' answered Mrs Meg, in a tone of despair. 

But her sister saw that she was touched by Nat's trials, and hastenedto add the triumphs, that the victory might be complete, for success isalways charming. 

'This offer of Herr Bergmann is a good one, isn't it?' she asked, thoughMr Laurie had already satisfied her on that point when Nat's letterbrought the news. 

'Very fine in every way. Nat will get capital drill in Bachmeister'sorchestra, see London in a delightful way, and if he suits come homewith them, well started among the violins. No great honour, but a surething and a step up. I congratulated him, and he was very jolly over it, saying, like the true lover he is: "Tell Daisy; be sure and tell her allabout it. " I'll leave that to you, Aunt Meg, and you can also break itgently to her that the old boy had a fine blond beard. Very becoming;hides his weak mouth, and gives a noble air to his big eyes and"Mendelssohnian brow", as a gushing girl called it. Ludmilla has a photoof it for you. '

This amused them; and they listened to many other interesting bits ofnews which kind Franz, even in his own happiness, had not forgotten toremember for his friend's sake. He talked so well, and painted Nat'spatient and pathetic shifts so vividly, that Mrs Meg was half won;though if she had learned of the Minna episode and the fiddling inbeer-gardens and streets, she might not have relented so soon. Shestored up all she heard, however, and, womanlike, promised herself adelicious talk with Daisy, in which she would allow herself to melt bydegrees, and perhaps change the doubtful 'We shall see' to a cordial 'Hehas done well; be happy, dear'. 

In the midst of this agreeable chat the sudden striking of a clockrecalled Mrs Jo from romance to reality, and she exclaimed, with aclutch at her crimping-pins:

'My blessed people, you must eat and rest; and I must dress, or receivein this disgraceful rig. Meg, will you take Ludmilla and Mary upstairsand see to them? Franz knows the way to the dining-room. Fritz, comewith me and be made tidy, for what with heat and emotion, we are bothperfect wrecks. '

Chapter 19. WHITE ROSES

While the travellers refreshed, and Mrs President struggled into herbest gown, Josie ran into the garden to gather flowers for the brides. The sudden arrival of these interesting beings had quite enchantedthe romantic girl, and her head was full of heroic rescues, tenderadmiration, dramatic situations, and feminine wonder as to whether thelovely creatures would wear their veils or not. She was standing beforea great bush of white roses, culling the most perfect for the bouquetswhich she meant to tie with the ribbon festooned over her arm, and layon the toilette tables of the new cousins, as a delicate attention. Astep startled her, and looking up she saw her brother coming down thepath with folded arms, bent head, and the absent air of one absorbed indeep thought. 

'Sophy Wackles, ' said the sharp child, with a superior smile, asshe sucked her thumb just pricked by a too eager pull at the thornybranches. 

'What are you at here, Mischief?' asked Demi, with an Irvingesque start, as he felt rather than saw a disturbing influence in his day-dream. 

'Getting flowers for "our brides". Don't you wish you had one?' answeredJosie, to whom the word 'mischief' suggested her favourite amusement. 

'A bride or a flower?' asked Demi calmly, though he eyed the bloomingbush as if it had a sudden and unusual interest for him. 

'Both; you get the one, and I'll give you the other. '

'Wish I could!' and Demi picked a little bud, with a sigh that went toJosie's warm heart. 

'Why don't you, then? It's lovely to see people so happy. Now's a goodtime to do it if you ever mean to. She will be going away for eversoon. '

'Who?' and Demi pulled a half-opened bud, with a sudden colour in hisown face; which sign of confusion delighted little Jo. 

'Don't be a hypocrite. You know I mean Alice. Now, Jack, I'm fondof you, and want to help; it's so interesting--all these lovers andweddings and things, and we ought to have our share. So you take myadvice and speak up like a man, and make sure of Alice before she goes. '

Demi laughed at the seriousness of the small girl's advice; but he likedit, and showed that it suited him by saying blandly, instead of snubbingher as usual:

'You are very kind, child. Since you are so wise, could you give me ahint how I'd better 'speak up', as you elegantly express it?'

'Oh, well, there are various ways, you know. In plays the lovers go downon their knees; but that's awkward when they have long legs. Ted neverdoes it well, though I drill him for hours. You could say, "Be mine, be mine!" like the old man who threw cucumbers over the wall to MrsNickleby, if you want to be gay and easy; or you could write a poeticalpop. You've tried it, I dare say. '

'But seriously, Jo, I do love Alice, and I think she knows it. I wantto tell her so; but I lose my head when I try, and don't care to make afool of myself. Thought you might suggest some pretty way; you read somuch poetry and are so romantic. '

Demi tried to express himself clearly, but forgot his dignity and hisusual reserve in the sweet perplexity of his love, and asked his littlesister to teach him how to put the question which a single word cananswer. The arrival of his happy cousins had scattered all his wiseplans and brave resolutions to wait still longer. The Christmas playhad given him courage to hope, and the oration today had filled him withtender pride; but the sight of those blooming brides and beaming groomswas too much for him, and he panted to secure his Alice without anhour's delay. Daisy was his confidante in all things but this; abrotherly feeling of sympathy had kept him from telling her his hopes, because her own were forbidden. His mother was rather jealous of anygirl he admired; but knowing that she liked Alice, he loved on andenjoyed his secret alone, meaning soon to tell her all about it. 

Now suddenly Josie and the rose-bush seemed to suggest a speedy endto his tender perplexities; and he was moved to accept her aid as thenetted lion did that of the mouse. 

'I think I'll write, ' he was slowly beginning, after a pause duringwhich both were trying to strike out a new and brilliant idea. 

'I've got it! perfectly lovely! just suit her, and you too, being apoet!' cried Josie, with a skip. 

'What is it? Don't be ridiculous, please, ' begged the bashful lover, eager, but afraid of this sharp-tongued bit of womanhood. 

'I read in one of Miss Edgeworth's stories about a man who offers threeroses to his lady--a bud, a half-blown, and a full-blown rose. I don'tremember which she took; but it's a pretty way; and Alice knows aboutit because she was there when we read it. Here are all kinds; you've gotthe two buds, pick the sweetest rose you can find, and I'll tie them upand put them in her room. She is coming to dress with Daisy, so I can doit nicely. '

Demi mused a moment with his eyes on the bridal bush, and a smile cameover his face so unlike any it had ever worn before, that Josie wastouched, and looked away as if she had no right to see the dawn of thegreat passion which, while it lasts, makes a young man as happy as agod. 

'Do it, ' was all he said, and gathered a full-blown rose to finish hisfloral love-message. 

Charmed to have a finger in this romantic pie, Josie tied a gracefulbow of ribbon about the stems, and finished her last nosegay with muchcontent, while Demi wrote upon a card:

DEAR ALICE, You know what the flowers mean. Will you wear one, or alltonight, and make me still prouder, fonder, and happier than I am?

Yours entirely, JOHN

Offering this to his sister, he said in a tone that made her feel thedeep importance of her mission:

'I trust you, Jo. This means everything to me. No jokes, dear, if youlove me. '

Josie's answer was a kiss that promised all things; and then she ranaway to do her 'gentle spiriting', like Ariel, leaving Demi to dreamamong the roses like Ferdinand. 

Mary and Ludmilla were charmed with their bouquets; and the giver hadthe delight of putting some of the flowers into the dark hair andthe light as she played maid at the toilettes of 'our brides', whichconsoled her for a disappointment in the matter of veils. 

No one helped Alice dress; for Daisy was in the next room with hermother; and not even their loving eyes saw the welcome which the littleposy received, nor the tears and smiles and blushes that came and wentas she read the note and pondered what answer she should give. There wasno doubt about the one she wished to give; but duty held her back; forat home there was an invalid mother and an old father. She was neededthere, with all the help she could now bring by the acquirements fouryears of faithful study had given her. Love looked very sweet, and ahome of her own with John a little heaven on earth; but not yet. Andshe slowly laid away the full-blown rose as she sat before the mirror, thinking over the great question of her life. 

Was it wise and kind to ask him to wait, to bind him by any promise, or even to put into words the love and honour she felt for him? No; itwould be more generous to make the sacrifice alone, and spare him thepain of hope deferred. He was young; he would forget; and she would doher duty better, perhaps, if no impatient lover waited for her. Witheyes that saw but dimly, and a hand that lingered on the stem he hadstripped of thorns, she laid the half-blown flower by the rose, andasked herself if even the little bud might be worn. It looked very poorand pale beside the others; yet being in the self-sacrificing mood whichreal love brings, she felt that even a small hope was too much to give, if she could not follow it up with more. 

As she sat looking sadly down on the symbols of an affection that grewdearer every moment, she listened half unconsciously to the murmur ofvoices in the adjoining room. Open windows, thin partitions, and thestillness of summer twilight made it impossible to help hearing, and ina few moments more she could not refrain; for they were talking of John. 

'So nice of Ludmilla to bring us all bottles of real German cologne!Just what we need after this tiring day! Be sure John has his! He likesit so!'

'Yes, mother. Did you see him jump up when Alice ended her oration?He'd have gone to her if I hadn't held him back. I don't wonder he waspleased and proud. I spoilt my gloves clapping, and quite forgot mydislike of seeing women on platforms, she was so earnest and unconsciousand sweet after the first moment. '

'Has he said anything to you, dear?'

'No; and I guess why. The kind boy thinks it would make me unhappy. Itwouldn't. But I know his ways; so I wait, and hope all will go well withhim. '

'It must. No girl in her senses would refuse our John, though he isn'trich, and never will be. Daisy, I've been longing to tell you what hedid with his money. He told me last night, and I've had no time since totell you. He sent poor young Barton to the hospital, and kept him theretill his eyes were saved--a costly thing to do. But the man can work nowand care for his old parents. He was in despair, sick and poor, and tooproud to beg; and our dear boy found it out, and took every penny hehad, and never told even his mother till she made him. '

Alice did not hear what Daisy answered, for she was busy with her ownemotions--happy ones now, to judge from the smile that shone in her eyesand the decided gesture with which she put the little bud in her bosom, as if she said: 'He deserves some reward for that good deed, and heshall have it. '

Mrs Meg was speaking, and still of John, when she could hear again:

'Some people would call it unwise and reckless, when John has so little;but I think his first investment a safe and good one, for "he who givethto the poor lendeth to the Lord"; and I was so pleased and proud, Iwouldn't spoil it by offering him a penny. '

'It is his having nothing to offer that keeps him silent, I think. Heis so honest, he won't ask till he has much to give. But he forgets thatlove is everything. I know he's rich in that; I see and feel it; and anywoman should be glad to get it. '

'Right, dear. I felt just so, and was willing to work and wait with andfor my John. '

'So she will be, and I hope they will find it out. But she is so dutifuland good, I'm afraid she won't let herself be happy. You would like it, mother?'

'Heartily; for a better, nobler girl doesn't live. She is all I want formy son; and I don't mean to lose the dear, brave creature if I can helpit. Her heart is big enough for both love and duty; and they can waitmore happily if they do it together--for wait they must, of course. '

'I'm so glad his choice suits you, mother, and he is spared the saddestsort of disappointment. '

Daisy's voice broke there; and a sudden rustle, followed by a softmurmur, seemed to tell that she was in her mother's arms, seeking andfinding comfort there. 

Alice heard no more, and shut her window with a guilty feeling but ashining face; for the proverb about listeners failed here, and she hadlearned more than she dared to hope. Things seemed to change suddenly;she felt that her heart was large enough for both love and duty; sheknew now that she would be welcomed by mother and sister; and the memoryof Daisy's less happy fate, Nat's weary probation, the long delay, and possible separation for ever--all came before her so vividly thatprudence seemed cruelty; self-sacrifice, sentimental folly; and anythingbut the whole truth, disloyalty to her lover. As she thought thus, the half-blown rose went to join the bud; and then, after a pause, sheslowly kissed the perfect rose, and added it to the tell-tale group, saying to herself with a sort of sweet solemnity, as if the words were avow:

'I'll love and work and wait with and for my John. '

It was well for her that Demi was absent when she stole down to join theguests who soon began to flow through the house in a steady stream. The new brightness which touched her usually thoughtful face was easilyexplained by the congratulations she received as orator, and the slightagitation observable, when a fresh batch of gentlemen approached soonpassed, as none of them noticed the flowers she wore over a very happyheart. Demi meantime was escorting certain venerable personages aboutthe college, and helping his grandfather entertain them with discussionof the Socratic method of instruction, Pythagoras, Pestalozzi, Froebel, and the rest, whom he devoutly wished at the bottom of the Red Sea, andno wonder, for his head and his heart were full of love and roses, hopesand fears. He piloted the 'potent, grave, and reverend seigniors' safelydown to Plumfield at last, and landed them before his uncle and auntBhaer, who were receiving in state, the one full of genuine delight inall men and things, the other suffering martyrdom with a smile, as shestood shaking hand after hand, and affecting utter unconsciousness ofthe sad fact that ponderous Professor Plock had camped upon the train ofher state and festival velvet gown. 

With a long sigh of relief Demi glanced about him for the beloved girl. Most persons would have looked some time before any particular angelcould be discovered among the white-robed throng in parlours, hall, and study; but his eye went--like the needle to the pole--to the cornerwhere a smooth dark head, with its braided crown, rose like a queen's, he thought, above the crowd which surrounded her. Yes, she has a flowerat her throat; one, two, oh, blessed sight! he saw it all across theroom, and gave a rapturous sigh which caused Miss Perry's frizzled cropto wave with a sudden gust. He did not see the rose, for it washidden by a fold of lace; and it was well, perhaps, that bliss came byinstalments, or he might have electrified the assembled multitude byflying to his idol, there being no Daisy to clutch him by the coat-tail. A stout lady, thirsting for information, seized him at that thrillingmoment, and he was forced to point out celebrities with a saintlypatience which deserved a better reward than it received; for a certainabsence of mind and incoherence of speech at times caused the ungratefuldowager to whisper to the first friend she met after he had escaped:

'I saw no wine at any of the spreads; but it is plain that young Brookehas had too much. Quite gentlemanly, but evidently a trifle intoxicated, my dear. '

Ah, so he was! but with a diviner wine than any that ever sparkled at aclass-day lunch, though many collegians know the taste of it; and whenthe old lady was disposed of, he gladly turned to find the young one, bent on having a single word. He saw her standing by the piano now, idly turning over music as she talked with several gentlemen. Hiding hisimpatience under an air of scholastic repose, Demi hovered near, readyto advance when the happy moment came, wondering meantime why elderlypersons persisted in absorbing young ones instead of sensibly sittingin corners with their contemporaries. The elderly persons in questionretired at length, but only to be replaced by two impetuous youths whobegged Miss Heath to accompany them to Parnassus and join the dance. Demi thirsted for their blood, but was appeased by hearing George andDolly say, as they lingered a moment after her refusal:

'Really, you know, I'm quite converted to co-education and almost wishI'd remained here. It gives a grace to study, a sort of relish even toGreek to see charming girls at it, ' said Stuffy, who found the feastof learning so dry, any sauce was welcome; and he felt as if he haddiscovered a new one. 

'Yes, by Jove! we fellows will have to look out or you'll carry off allthe honours. You were superb today, and held us all like magic, thoughit was so hot there, I really think I couldn't have stood it for anyoneelse, ' added Dolly, labouring to be gallant and really offering atouching proof of devotion; for the heat melted his collar, took thecurl out of his hair, and ruined his gloves. 

'There is room for all; and if you will leave us the books, we willcheerfully yield the baseball, boating, dancing, and flirting, whichseem to be the branches you prefer, ' answered Alice sweetly. 

'Ah, now you are too hard upon us! We can't grind all the time and youladies don't seem to mind taking a turn at the two latter "branches" youmention, ' returned Dolly, with a glance at George which plainly said, 'Ihad her there. '

'Some of us do in our first years. Later we give up childish things, yousee. Don't let me keep you from Parnassus'; and a smiling nod dismissedthem, smarting under the bitter consciousness of youth. 

'You got it there, Doll. Better not try to fence with these superiorgirls. Sure to be routed, horse, foot, and dragoons, ' said Stuffy, lumbering away, somewhat cross with too many spreads. 

'So deuced sarcastic! Don't believe she's much older than we are. Girls grow up quicker, so she needn't put on airs and talk like agrandmother, ' muttered Dolly, feeling that he had sacrificed his kidsupon the altar of an ungrateful Pallas. 

'Come along and let's find something to eat. I'm faint with so muchtalking. Old Plock cornered me and made my head spin with Kant and Hegeland that lot. '

'I promised Dora West I'd give her a turn. Must look her up; she's ajolly little thing, and doesn't bother about anything but keeping instep. '

And arm in arm the boys strolled away, leaving Alice to read music asdiligently as if society had indeed no charms for her. As she bent toturn a page, the eager young man behind the piano saw the rose and wasstruck speechless with delight. A moment he gazed, then hastened toseize the coveted place before a new detachment of bores arrived. 

'Alice, I can't believe it--did you understand--how shall I ever thankyou?' murmured Demi, bending as if he, too, read the song, not a note orword of which did he see, however. 

'Hush! not now. I understood--I don't deserve it--we are too young, wemust wait, but--I'm very proud and happy, John!'

What would have happened after that tender whisper I tremble to think, if Tom Bangs had not come bustling up, with the cheerful remark:

'Music? just the thing. People are thinning out, and we all want alittle refreshment. My brain fairly reels with the 'ologies and 'ismsI've heard discussed tonight. Yes, give us this; sweet thing! Scotchsongs are always charming. '

Demi glowered; but the obtuse boy never saw it, and Alice, feeling thatthis would be a safe vent for sundry unruly emotions, sat down at once, and sang the song which gave her answer better than she could have done:

 BIDE A WEE

 'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind, Are frail and failing sair; And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad, Gin I come hame nae mair. The grist is out, the times are hard, The kine are only three; I canna leave the auld folk now. We'd better bide a wee. 

 'I fear me sair they're failing baith; For when I sit apart, They talk o' Heaven so earnestly, It well nigh breaks my heart. So, laddie, dinna urge me now, It surely winna be; I canna leave the auld folk yet. We'd better bide a wee. '

The room was very still before the first verse ended; and Alice skippedthe next, fearing she could not get through; for John's eyes were onher, showing that he knew she sang for him and let the plaintive littleballad tell what her reply must be. He took it as she meant it, andsmiled at her so happily that her heart got the better of her voice, andshe rose abruptly, saying something about the heat. 

'Yes, you are tired; come out and rest, my dearest'; and with amasterful air Demi took her into the starlight, leaving Tom to stareafter them winking as if a sky-rocket had suddenly gone off under hisnose. 

'Bless my soul! the Deacon really meant business last summer and nevertold me. Won't Dora laugh?' And Tom departed in hot haste to impart andexult over his discovery. 

What was said in the garden was never exactly known; but the Brookefamily sat up very late that night, and any curious eye at the windowwould have seen Demi receiving the homage of his womankind as he toldhis little romance. Josie took great credit to herself in the matter, insisting that she had made the match; Daisy was full of the sweetestsympathy and joy, and Mrs Meg so happy that when Jo had gone to dreamof bridal veils, and Demi sat in his room blissfully playing the air of'Bide a Wee', she had her talk about Nat, ending with her arms round herdutiful daughter and these welcome words as her reward:

'Wait till Nat comes home, and then my good girl shall wear white rosestoo. '

Chapter 20. LIFE FOR LIFE

The summer days that followed were full of rest and pleasure for youngand old, as they did the honours of Plumfield to their happy guests. While Franz and Emil were busy with the affairs of Uncle Hermann andCaptain Hardy, Mary and Ludmilla made friends everywhere; for, thoughvery unlike, both were excellent and charming girls. Mrs Meg and Daisyfound the German bride a Hausfrau after their own hearts, and haddelightful times learning new dishes, hearing about the semi-yearlywashes and the splendid linen-room at Hamburg, or discussing domesticlife in all its branches. Ludmilla not only taught, but learned, manythings, and went home with many new and useful ideas in her blonde head. 

Mary had seen so much of the world that she was unusually lively foran English girl; while her various accomplishments made her a mostagreeable companion. Much good sense gave her ballast; and the lateexperiences of danger and happiness added a sweet gravity at times, which contrasted well with her natural gaiety. Mrs Jo was quitesatisfied with Emil's choice, and felt sure this true and tender pilotwould bring him safe to port through fair or stormy weather. She hadfeared that Franz would settle down into a comfortable, moneymakingburgher, and be content with that; but she soon saw that his love ofmusic and his placid Ludmilla put much poetry into his busy life, andkept it from being too prosaic. So she felt at rest about these boys, and enjoyed their visit with real, maternal satisfaction; parting withthem in September most regretfully, yet hopefully, as they sailed awayto the new life that lay before them. 

Demi's engagement was confided to the immediate family only, as bothwere pronounced too young to do anything but love and wait. They wereso happy that time seemed to stand still for them, and after a blissfulweek they parted bravely--Alice to home duties, with a hope thatsustained and cheered her through many trials; and John to his business, full of a new ardour which made all things possible when such a rewardwas offered. 

Daisy rejoiced over them, and was never tired of hearing her brother'splans for the future. Her own hope soon made her what she used to be--acheery, busy creature, with a smile, kind word, and helping hand forall; and as she went singing about the house again, her mother felt thatthe right remedy for past sadness had been found. The dear Pelican stillhad doubts and fears, but kept them wisely to herself, preparing sundrysearching tests to be applied when Nat came home, and keeping a sharpeye on the letters from London; for some mysterious hint had flownacross the sea, and Daisy's content seemed reflected in Nat's presentcheerful state of mind. 

Having passed through the Werther period, and tried a little Faust--ofwhich experience he spoke to his Marguerite as if it had includedan acquaintance with Mephistopheles, Blocksburg, and Auerbach'swine-cellar--he now felt that he was a Wilhelm Meister, serving hisapprenticeship to the great masters of life. As she knew the truth ofhis small sins and honest repentance, Daisy only smiled at the mixtureof love and philosophy he sent her, knowing that it was impossible for ayoung man to live in Germany without catching the German spirit. 

'His heart is all right; and his head will soon grow clear when he getsout of the fog of tobacco, beer, and metaphysics he's been living in. England will wake up his common sense, and good salt air blow his littlefollies all away, ' said Mrs Jo, much pleased with the good prospectsof her violinist--whose return was delayed till spring, to his privateregret, but professional advancement. 

Josie had a month with Miss Cameron at the seaside, and threw herselfso heartily into the lesson given her that her energy, promise, andpatience laid the foundation of a friendship which was of infinite valueto her in the busy, brilliant years to come; for little Jo's instinctswere right; and the dramatic talent of the Marches was to blossom by andby into an actress, virtuous, and beloved. 

Tom and his Dora were peacefully ambling altar-ward; for Bangs seniorwas so afraid his son would change his mind again and try a thirdprofession, that he gladly consented to an early marriage, as a sortof anchor to hold the mercurial Thomas fast. Aforesaid Thomas could notcomplain of cold shoulders now; for Dora was a most devoted and adoringlittle mate, and made life so pleasant to him that his gift for gettinginto scrapes seemed lost, and he bade fair to become a thriving man, with undeniable talent for the business he had chosen. 

'We shall be married in the autumn, and live with my father for a while. The governor is getting on, you know, and my wife and I must look afterhim. Later we shall have an establishment of our own, ' was a favouritespeech of his about this time, and usually received with smiles; for theidea of Tommy Bangs at the head of an 'establishment' was irresistiblyfunny to all who knew him. 

Things were in this flourishing condition, and Mrs Jo was beginning tothink her trials were over for that year, when a new excitement came. Several postal cards had arrived at long intervals from Dan, who gavethem 'Care of M. Mason, etc. ', as his address. By this means he wasable to gratify his longing for home news, and to send brief messages toquiet their surprise at his delay in settling. The last one, which camein September, was dated 'Montana', and simply said:

Here at last, trying mining again; but not going to stay long. All sortsof luck. Gave up the farm idea. Tell plans soon. Well, busy, and veryhappy. D. K. 

If they had known what the heavy dash under 'happy' meant, that postalwould have been a very eloquent bit of pasteboard; for Dan was free, and had gone straight away to the liberty he panted for. Meeting an oldfriend by accident, he obliged him at a pinch by acting as overseerfor a time, finding the society even of rough miners very sweet, andsomething in the muscular work wonderfully pleasant, after being coopedup in the brush-shop so long. He loved to take a pick and wrestle withrock and earth till he was weary--which was very soon; for that year ofcaptivity had told upon his splendid physique. He longed to go home, butwaited week after week to get the prison taint off him and the haggardlook out of his face. Meanwhile he made friends of masters and men;and as no one knew his story, he took his place again in the worldgratefully and gladly--with little pride now, and no plans but to dosome good somewhere, and efface the past. 

Mrs Jo was having a grand clearing-out of her desk one October day, while the rain poured outside, and peace reigned in her mansion. Comingacross the postals, she pondered over them, and then put them carefullyaway in the drawer labelled 'Boys' Letters', saying to herself, as shebundled eleven requests for autographs into the waste-paper basket:

'It is quite time for another card, unless he is coming to tell hisplans. I'm really curious to know what he has been about all this year, and how he's getting on now. '

That last wish was granted within an hour; for Ted came rushing in, witha newspaper in one hand, a collapsed umbrella in the other, and a facefull of excitement, announcing, all in one breathless jumble:

'Mine caved in--twenty men shut up--no way out--wives crying--waterrising--Dan knew the old shaft--risked his life--got 'em out--mostkilled--papers full of it--I knew he'd be a hero--hurray for old Dan!'

'What? Where? When? Who? Stop roaring, and let me read!' commanded hismother, entirely bewildered. 

Relinquishing the paper, Ted allowed her to read for herself, withfrequent interruptions from him--and Rob, who soon followed, eagerfor the tale. It was nothing new; but courage and devotion always stirgenerous hearts, and win admiration; so the account was both graphic andenthusiastic; and the name of Daniel Kean, the brave man who saved thelives of others at the risk of his own, was on many lips that day. Veryproud were the faces of these friends as they read how their Dan wasthe only one who, in the first panic of the accident, remembered the oldshaft that led into the mine--walled up, but the only hope of escape, if the men could be got out before the rising water drowned them; how hewas lowered down alone, telling the others to keep back till he saw ifit was safe; how he heard the poor fellows picking desperately for theirlives on the other side, and by knocks and calls guided them to theright spot; then headed the rescue party, and working like a hero, gotthe men out in time. On being drawn up last of all, the worn rope broke, and he had a terrible fall, being much hurt, but was still alive. Howthe grateful women kissed his blackened face and bloody hands, as themen bore him away in triumph, and the owners of the mine promised ahandsome reward, if he lived to receive it!

'He must live; he shall, and come home to be nursed as soon as he canstir, if I go and bring him myself! I always knew he'd do something fineand brave, if he didn't get shot or hung for some wild prank instead, 'cried Mrs Jo, much excited. 

'Do go, and take me with you, Mum. I ought to be the one, Dan's so fondof me and I of him, ' began Ted, feeling that this would be an expeditionafter his own heart. 

Before his mother could reply, Mr Laurie came in, with almost as muchnoise and flurry as Teddy the second, exclaiming as he waved the eveningpaper:

'Seen the news, Jo? What do you think? Shall I go off at once, and seeafter that brave boy?'

'I wish you would. But the thing may not be all true--rumour lies so. Perhaps a few hours will bring an entirely new version of the story. '

'I've telephoned to Demi for all he can find out; and if it's true, I'llgo at once. Should like the trip. If he's able, I'll bring him home; ifnot, I'll stay and see to him. He'll pull through. Dan will never die ofa fall on his head. He's got nine lives, and not lost half of them yet. '

'If you go, uncle, mayn't I go with you? I'm just spoiling for ajourney; and it would be such larks to go out there with you, and seethe mines and Dan, and hear all about it, and help. I can nurse. Can'tI, Rob?' cried Teddy, in his most wheedlesome tones. 

'Pretty well. But if mother can't spare you, I'm ready if uncle needsanyone, ' answered Rob, in his quiet way, looking much fitter for thetrip than excitable Ted. 

'I can't spare either of you. My boys get into trouble, unless I keepthem close at home. I've no right to hold the others; but I won't letyou out of my sight, or something will happen. Never saw such a year, with wrecks and weddings and floods and engagements, and every sort ofcatastrophe!' exclaimed Mrs Jo. 

'If you deal in girls and boys, you must expect this sort of thing, ma'am. The worst is over, I hope, till these lads begin to go off. ThenI'll stand by you; for you'll need every kind of support and comfort, specially if Ted bolts early, ' laughed Mr Laurie, enjoying herlamentations. 

'I don't think anything can surprise me now; but I am anxious aboutDan, and feel that someone had better go to him. It's a rough place outthere, and he may need careful nursing. Poor lad, he seems to get a goodmany hard knocks! But perhaps he needs them as "a mellerin' process", asHannah used to say. '

'We shall hear from Demi before long, and then I'll be off. ' With whichcheerful promise Mr Laurie departed; and Ted, finding his mother firm, soon followed, to coax his uncle to take him. 

Further inquiry confirmed and added interest to the news. Mr Laurie wasoff at once; and Ted went into town with him, still vainly imploring tobe taken to his Dan. He was absent all day; but his mother said, calmly:

'Only a fit of the sulks because he is thwarted. He's safe with Tom orDemi, and will come home hungry and meek at night. I know him. '

But she soon found that she could still be surprised; for eveningbrought no Ted, and no one had seen him. Mr Bhaer was just settingoff to find his lost son, when a telegram arrived, dated at one of theway-stations on Mr Laurie's route:

 Found Ted in the cars. Take him along. Write tomorrow. 

 T. LAURENCE

'Ted bolted sooner than you expected, mother. Never mind--uncle willtake good care of him, and Dan be very glad to see him, ' said Rob, asMrs Jo sat, trying to realize that her youngest was actually on his wayto the wild West. 

'Disobedient boy! He shall be severely punished, if I ever get himagain. Laurie winked at this prank; I know he did. Just like him. Won't the two rascals have a splendid time? Wish I was with them! Don'tbelieve that crazy boy took even a night-gown with him, or an overcoat. Well, there will be two patients for us to nurse when they get back, ifthey ever do. Those reckless express trains always go down precipices, and burn up, or telescope. Oh! my Ted, my precious boy, how can I lethim go so far away from me?'

And mother-like, Mrs Jo forgot the threatened chastisement in tenderlamentations over the happy scapegrace, now whizzing across thecontinent in high feather at the success of his first revolt. Mr Lauriewas much amused at his insisting that those words, 'when Ted bolts', putthe idea into his head; and therefore the responsibility rested upon hisshoulders. He assumed it kindly from the moment he came upon the runawayasleep in a car, with no visible luggage but a bottle of wine for Danand a blacking-brush for himself; and as Mrs Jo suspected, the 'tworascals' did have a splendid time. Penitent letters arrived in dueseason, and the irate parents soon forgot to chide in their anxietyabout Dan, who was very ill, and did not know his friends for severaldays. Then he began to mend; and everyone forgave the bad boy when heproudly reported that the first conscious words Dan said were: 'Hallo, Ted!' with a smile of pleasure at seeing a familiar face bent over him. 

'Glad he went, and I won't scold any more. Now, what shall we put in thebox for Dan?' And Mrs Jo worked off her impatience to get hold of theinvalid by sending comforts enough for a hospital. 

Cheering accounts soon began to come, and at length Dan was pronouncedable to travel, but seemed in no haste to go home, though never tired ofhearing his nurses talk of it. 

'Dan is strangely altered, ' wrote Laurie to Jo; 'not by this illnessalone, but by something which has evidently gone before. I don't knowwhat, and leave you to ask; but from his ravings when delirious I fearhe has been in some serious trouble the past year. He seems ten yearsolder, but improved, quieter, and so grateful to us. It is pathetic tosee the hunger in his eyes as they rest on Ted, as if he couldn't seeenough of him. He says Kansas was a failure, but can't talk much; so Ibide my time. The people here love him very much, and he cares for thatsort of thing now; used to scorn any show of emotion, you know; nowhe wants everyone to think well of him, and can't do enough to winaffection and respect. I may be all wrong. You will soon find out. Tedis in clover, and the trip has done him a world of good. Let me take himto Europe when we go? Apron-strings don't agree with him any better thanthey did with me when I proposed to run away to Washington with you somecentury ago. Aren't you sorry you didn't?'

This private letter set Mrs Jo's lively fancy in a ferment, and sheimagined every known crime, affliction, and complication which couldpossibly have befallen Dan. He was too feeble to be worried withquestions now, but she promised herself most interesting revelationswhen she got him safe at home; for the 'firebrand' was her mostinteresting boy. She begged him to come, and spent more time incomposing a letter that should bring him, than she did over the mostthrilling episodes in her 'works'. 

No one but Dan saw the letter; but it did bring him, and one Novemberday Mr Laurie helped a feeble man out of a carriage at the door ofPlumfield, and Mother Bhaer received the wanderer like a recovered son;while Ted, in a disreputable-looking hat and an astonishing pair ofboots, performed a sort of war-dance round the interesting group. 

'Right upstairs and rest; I'm nurse now, and this ghost must eat beforehe talks to anyone, ' commanded Mrs Jo, trying not to show how shockedshe was at this shorn and shaven, gaunt and pallid shadow of thestalwart man she parted with. 

He was quite content to obey, and lay on the long lounge in the roomprepared for him, looking about as tranquilly as a sick child restoredto its own nursery and mother's arms, while his new nurse fed andrefreshed him, bravely controlling the questions that burned upon hertongue. Being weak and weary, he soon fell asleep; and then she stoleaway to enjoy the society of the 'rascals', whom she scolded and petted, pumped and praised, to her heart's content. 

'Jo, I think Dan has committed some crime and suffered for it, ' said MrLaurie, when Ted had departed to show his boots and tell glowing talesof the dangers and delights of the miners' life to his mates. 'Someterrible experience has come to the lad, and broken his spirit. He wasquite out of his head when we arrived, and I took the watching, so Iheard more of those sad wanderings than anyone else. He talked of the"warden", some trail, a dead man, and Blair and Mason, and would keepoffering me his hand, asking me if I would take it and forgive him. Once, when he was very wild, I held his arms, and he quieted in amoment, imploring me not to "put the handcuffs on". I declare, it wasquite awful sometimes to hear him in the night talk of old Plum and you, and beg to be let out and go home to die. '

'He isn't going to die, but live to repent of anything he may have done;so don't harrow me up with these dark hints, Teddy. I don't care if he'sbroken the Ten Commandments, I'll stand by him, and so will you, andwe'll set him on his feet and make a good man of him yet. I know he'snot spoilt, by the look in his poor face. Don't say a word to anyone, and I'll have the truth before long, ' answered Mrs Jo, still loyal toher bad boy, though much afflicted by what she had heard. 

For some days Dan rested, and saw few people; then good care, cheerfulsurroundings, and the comfort of being at home began to tell, andhe seemed more like himself, though still very silent as to his lateexperiences, pleading the doctor's orders not to talk much. Everyonewanted to see him; but he shrank from any but old friends, and 'wouldn'tlionize worth a cent', Ted said, much disappointed that he could notshow off his brave Dan. 

'Wasn't a man there who wouldn't have done the same, so why make a rowover me?' asked the hero, feeling more ashamed than proud of the brokenarm, which looked so interesting in a sling. 

'But isn't it pleasant to think that you saved twenty lives, Dan, andgave husbands, sons, and fathers back to the women who loved them?'asked Mrs Jo one evening as they were alone together after severalcallers had been sent away. 

'Pleasant! it's all that kept me alive, I do believe; yes, I'd ratherhave done it than be made president or any other big bug in the world. No one knows what a comfort it is to think I've saved twenty men to morethan pay for--' There Dan stopped short, having evidently spoken out ofsome strong emotion to which his hearer had no key. 

'I thought you'd feel so. It is a splendid thing to save life at therisk of one's own, as you did, and nearly lose it, ' began Mrs Jo, wishing he had gone on with that impulsive speech which was so like hisold manner. 

'"He that loseth his life shall gain it", ' muttered Dan, staring at thecheerful fire which lighted the room, and shone on his thin face with aruddy glow. 

Mrs Jo was so startled at hearing such words from his lips that sheexclaimed joyfully:

'Then you did read the little book I gave you, and kept your promise?'

'I read it a good deal after a while. I don't know much yet, but I'mready to learn; and that's something. '

'It's everything. Oh, my dear, tell me about it! I know something liesheavy on your heart; let me help you bear it, and so make the burdenlighter. '

'I know it would; I want to tell; but some things even you couldn'tforgive; and if you let go of me, I'm afraid I can't keep afloat. '

'Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I willnever let you go, though the whole world should turn from you. '

Mrs Jo took one of the big wasted hands in both of hers and held itfast, waiting silently till that sustaining touch warmed poor Dan'sheart, and gave him courage to speak. Sitting in his old attitude, withhis head in his hands, he slowly told it all, never once looking up tillthe last words left his lips. 

'Now you know; can you forgive a murderer, and keep a jail-bird in yourhouse?'

Her only answer was to put her arms about him, and lay the shorn head onher breast, with eyes so full of tears they could but dimly see the hopeand fear that made his own so tragical. 

That was better than any words; and poor Dan clung to her in speechlessgratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love--that divine giftwhich comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it. Two or threegreat, bitter drops were hidden in the little woollen shawl where Dan'scheek rested, and no one ever knew how soft and comfortable it felt tohim after the hard pillows he had known so long. Suffering of both mindand body had broken will and pride, and the lifted burden brought such asense of relief that he paused a moment to enjoy it in dumb delight. 

'My poor boy, how you have suffered all this year, when we thought youfree as air! Why didn't you tell us, Dan, and let us help you? Did youdoubt your friends?' asked Mrs Jo, forgetting all other emotions insympathy, as she lifted up the hidden face, and looked reproachfullyinto the great hollow eyes that met her own frankly now. 

'I was ashamed. I tried to bear it alone rather than shock anddisappoint you, as I know I have, though you try not to show it. Don'tmind; I must get used to it'; and Dan's eyes dropped again as if theycould not bear to see the trouble and dismay his confession painted onhis best friend's face. 

'I am shocked and disappointed by the sin, but I am also very glad andproud and grateful that my sinner has repented, atoned, and is ready toprofit by the bitter lesson. No one but Fritz and Laurie need ever knowthe truth; we owe it to them, and they will feel as I do, ' answered MrsJo, wisely thinking that entire frankness would be a better tonic thantoo much sympathy. 

'No, they won't; men never forgive like women. But it's right. Pleasetell 'em for me, and get it over. Mr Laurence knows it, I guess. Iblabbed when my wits were gone; but he was very kind all the same. I canbear their knowing; but oh, not Ted and the girls!' Dan clutched herarm with such an imploring face that she hastened to assure him no oneshould know except the two old friends, and he calmed down as if ashamedof his sudden panic. 

'It wasn't murder, mind you, it was in self-defence; he drew first, andI had to hit him. Didn't mean to kill him; but it doesn't worry me asmuch as it ought, I'm afraid. I've more than paid for it, and such arascal is better out of the world than in it, showing boys the way tohell. Yes, I know you think that's awful in me; but I can't help it. Ihate a scamp as I do a skulking coyote, and always want to get a shot at'em. Perhaps it would have been better if he had killed me; my life isspoilt. '

All the old prison gloom seemed to settle like a black cloud on Dan'sface as he spoke, and Mrs Jo was frightened at the glimpse it gave herof the fire through which he had passed to come out alive, butscarred for life. Hoping to turn his mind to happier things, she saidcheerfully:

'No, it isn't; you have learned to value it more and use it betterfor this trial. It is not a lost year, but one that may prove the mosthelpful of any you ever know. Try to think so, and begin again; we willhelp, and have all the more confidence in you for this failure. We alldo the same and struggle on. '

'I never can be what I was. I feel about sixty, and don't care foranything now I've got here. Let me stay till I'm on my legs, then I'llclear out and never trouble you any more, ' said Dan despondently. 

'You are weak and low in your mind; that will pass, and by and by youwill go to your missionary work among the Indians with all the oldenergy and the new patience, self-control, and knowledge you havegained. Tell me more about that good chaplain and Mary Mason and thelady whose chance word helped you so much. I want to know all about thetrials of my poor boy. '

Won by her tender interest, Dan brightened up and talked on till he hadpoured out all the story of that bitter year, and felt better for theload he lifted off. 

If he had known how it weighed upon his hearer's heart, he would haveheld his peace; but she hid her sorrow till she had sent him to bed, comforted and calm; then she cried her heart out, to the great dismayof Fritz and Laurie, till they heard the tale and could mourn with her;after which they all cheered up and took counsel together how best tohelp this worst of all the 'catastrophes' the year had brought them. 

Chapter 21. ASLAUGA'S KNIGHT

It was curious to see the change which came over Dan after that talk. Aweight seemed off his mind; and though the old impetuous spirit flashedout at times, he seemed intent on trying to show his gratitude and loveand honour to these true friends by a new humility and confidence verysweet to them, very helpful to him. After hearing the story from MrsJo, the Professor and Mr Laurie made no allusion to it beyond the heartyhand-grasp, the look of compassion, the brief word of good cheer inwhich men convey sympathy, and a redoubled kindness which left no doubtof pardon. Mr Laurie began at once to interest influential personsin Dan's mission, and set in motion the machinery which needs so muchoiling before anything can be done where Government is concerned. Mr Bhaer, with the skill of a true teacher, gave Dan's hungry mindsomething to do, and helped him understand himself by carrying on thegood chaplain's task so paternally that the poor fellow often said hefelt as if he had found a father. The boys took him to drive, and amusedhim with their pranks and plans; while the women, old and young, nursedand petted him till he felt like a sultan with a crowd of devotedslaves, obedient to his lightest wish. A very little of this was enoughfor Dan, who had a masculine horror of 'molly-coddling', and so brief anacquaintance with illness that he rebelled against the doctor's ordersto keep quiet; and it took all Mrs Jo's authority and the girls'ingenuity to keep him from leaving his sofa long before strained backand wounded head were well. Daisy cooked for him; Nan attended to hismedicines; Josie read aloud to while away the long hours of inactionthat hung so heavily on his hands; while Bess brought all herpictures and casts to amuse him, and, at his special desire, set up amodelling-stand in his parlour and began to mould the buffalo head hegave her. Those afternoons seemed the pleasantest part of his day; andMrs Jo, busy in her study close by, could see the friendly trio andenjoy the pretty pictures they made. The girls were much flatteredby the success of their efforts, and exerted themselves to be veryentertaining, consulting Dan's moods with the feminine tact most womencreatures learn before they are out of pinafores. When he was gay, theroom rang with laughter; when gloomy, they read or worked in respectfulsilence till their sweet patience cheered him up again; and when in painthey hovered over him like 'a couple of angels', as he said. He oftencalled Josie 'little mother', but Bess was always 'Princess'; and hismanner to the two cousins was quite different. Josie sometimes frettedhim with her fussy ways, the long plays she liked to read, and thematernal scoldings she administered when he broke the rules; for havinga lord of creation in her power was so delightful to her that she wouldhave ruled him with a rod of iron if he had submitted. To Bess, in hergentler ministrations, he never showed either impatience or weariness, but obeyed her least word, exerted himself to seem well in her presence, and took such interest in her work that he lay looking at her withunwearied eyes; while Josie read to him in her best style unheeded. 

Mrs Jo observed this, and called them 'Una and the Lion', which suitedthem very well, though the lion's mane was shorn, and Una never tried tobridle him. The elder ladies did their part in providing delicacies andsupplying all his wants; but Mrs Meg was busy at home, Mrs Amy preparingfor the trip to Europe in the spring, and Mrs Jo hovering on the brinkof a 'vortex'--for the forthcoming book had been sadly delayed bythe late domestic events. As she sat at her desk, settling papers ormeditatively nibbling her pen while waiting for the divine afflatus todescend upon her, she often forgot her fictitious heroes and heroinesin studying the live models before her, and thus by chance looks, words, and gestures discovered a little romance unsuspected by anyone else. 

The portiere between the rooms was usually drawn aside, giving a view ofthe group in the large bay-window--Bess at one side, in her grey blouse, busy with her tools; Josie at the other side with her book; and between, on the long couch, propped with many cushions, lay Dan in a many-huedeastern dressing-gown presented by Mr Laurie and worn to pleasethe girls, though the invalid much preferred an old jacket 'with noconfounded tail to bother over'. He faced Mrs Jo's room, but neverseemed to see her, for his eyes were on the slender figure before him, with the pale winter sunshine touching her golden head, and the delicatehands that shaped the clay so deftly. Josie was just visible, rockingviolently in a little chair at the head of the couch, and the steadymurmur of her girlish voice was usually the only sound that broke thequiet of the room, unless a sudden discussion arose about the book orthe buffalo. 

Something in the big eyes, bigger and blacker than ever in the thinwhite face, fixed, so steadily on one object, had a sort of fascinationfor Mrs Jo after a time, and she watched the changes in them curiously;for Dan's mind was evidently not on the story, and he often forgot tolaugh or exclaim at the comic or exciting crises. Sometimes they weresoft and wistful, and the watcher was very glad that neither damselcaught that dangerous look for when they spoke it vanished; sometimesit was full of eager fire, and the colour came and went rebelliously, in spite of his attempt to hide it with an impatient gesture of hand orhead; but oftenest it was dark, and sad, and stern, as if those gloomyeyes looked out of captivity at some forbidden light or joy. Thisexpression came so often that it worried Mrs Jo, and she longed to goand ask him what bitter memory overshadowed those quiet hours. She knewthat his crime and its punishment must lie heavy on his mind; but youth, and time, and new hopes would bring comfort, and help to wear awaythe first sharpness of the prison brand. It lifted at other times, andseemed almost forgotten when he joked with the boys, talked with oldfriends, or enjoyed the first snows as he drove out every fair day. Whyshould the shadow always fall so darkly on him in the society of theseinnocent and friendly girls? They never seemed to see it, and if eitherlooked or spoke, a quick smile came like a sunburst through the cloudsto answer them. So Mrs Jo went on watching, wondering, and discovering, till accident confirmed her fears. 

Josie was called away one day, and Bess, tired of working, offered totake her place if he cared for more reading. 

'I do; your reading suits me better than Jo's. She goes so fast mystupid head gets in a muddle and soon begins to ache. Don't tell her;she's a dear little soul, and so good to sit here with a bear like me. '

The smile was ready as Bess went to the table for a new book, the laststory being finished. 

'You are not a bear, but very good and patient, we think. It is alwayshard for a man to be shut up, mamma says, and must be terrible for you, who have always been so free. '

If Bess had not been reading titles she would have seen Dan shrink asif her last words hurt him. He made no answer; but other eyes saw andunderstood why he looked as if he would have liked to spring up and rushaway for one of his long races up the hill, as he used to do when thelonging for liberty grew uncontrollable. Moved by a sudden impulse, MrsJo caught up her work-basket and went to join her neighbours, feelingthat a non-conductor might be needed; for Dan looked like a thundercloudfull of electricity. 

'What shall we read, Aunty? Dan doesn't seem to care. You know histaste; tell me something quiet and pleasant and short. Josie willbe back soon, ' said Bess, still turning over the books piled on thecentre-table. 

Before Mrs Jo could answer, Dan pulled a shabby little volume from underhis pillow, and handing it to her said: 'Please read the third one; it'sshort and pretty--I'm fond of it. ' The book opened at the right place, as if the third story had been often read, and Bess smiled as she sawthe name. 

'Why, Dan, I shouldn't think you'd care for this romantic German tale. There is fighting in it; but it is very sentimental, if I rememberrightly. '

'I know it; but I've read so few stories, I like the simple ones best. Had nothing else to read sometimes; I guess I know it all by heart, andnever seem to be tired of those fighting fellows, and the fiends andangels and lovely ladies. You read "Aslauga's Knight", and see if youdon't like it. Edwald was rather too soft for my fancy; but Froda wasfirst-rate and the spirit with the golden hair always reminded me ofyou. '

As Dan spoke Mrs Jo settled herself where she could watch him in theglass, and Bess took a large chair facing him, saying, as she put up herhands to retie the ribbon that held the cluster of thick, soft curls atthe back of her head:

'I hope Aslauga's hair wasn't as troublesome as mine, for it's alwaystumbling down. I'll be ready in a minute. '

'Don't tie it up; please let it hang. I love to see it shine that way. It will rest your head, and be just right for the story, Goldilocks, 'pleaded Dan, using the childish name and looking more like his boyishself than he had done for many a day. 

Bess laughed, shook down her pretty hair, and began to read, glad tohide her face a little; for compliments made her shy, no matter who paidthem. Dan listened intently on; and Mrs Jo, with eyes that went oftenfrom her needle to the glass, could see, without turning, how heenjoyed every word as if it had more meaning for him than for the otherlisteners. His face brightened wonderfully, and soon wore the look thatcame when anything brave or beautiful inspired and touched his betterself. It was Fouque's charming story of the knight Froda, and the fairdaughter of Sigurd, who was a sort of spirit, appearing to her lover inhours of danger and trial, as well as triumph and joy, till she becamehis guide and guard, inspiring him with courage, nobleness, and truth, leading him to great deeds in the field, sacrifices for those he loved, and victories over himself by the gleaming of her golden hair, whichshone on him in battle, dreams, and perils by day and night, till afterdeath he finds the lovely spirit waiting to receive and to reward him. 

Of all the stories in the book this was the last one would have supposedDan would like best, and even Mrs Jo was surprised at his perceiving themoral of the tale through the delicate imagery and romantic language bywhich it was illustrated. But as she looked and listened she rememberedthe streak of sentiment and refinement which lay concealed in Dan likethe gold vein in a rock, making him quick to feel and to enjoy finecolour in a flower, grace in an animal, sweetness in women, heroism inmen, and all the tender ties that bind heart to heart; though he wasslow to show it, having no words to express the tastes and instinctswhich he inherited from his mother. Suffering of soul and body hadtamed his stronger passions, and the atmosphere of love and pity nowsurrounding him purified and warmed his heart till it began to hungerfor the food neglected or denied so long. This was plainly written inhis too expressive face, as, fancying it unseen, he let it tell thelonging after beauty, peace, and happiness embodied for him in theinnocent fair girl before him. 

The conviction of this sad yet natural fact came to Mrs Jo with a pang, for she felt how utterly hopeless such a longing was; since light anddarkness were not farther apart than snow-white Bess and sin-stainedDan. No dream of such a thing disturbed the young girl, as her entireunconsciousness plainly showed. But how long would it be before theeloquent eyes betrayed the truth? And then what disappointment forDan, what dismay for Bess, who was as cool and high and pure as her ownmarbles, and shunned all thought of love with maidenly reserve. 

'How hard everything is made for my poor boy! How can I spoil his littledream, and take away the spirit of good he is beginning to love and longfor? When my own dear lads are safely settled I'll never try another, for these things are heart-breaking, and I can't manage any more, 'thought Mrs Jo, as she put the lining into Teddy's coat-sleeve upsidedown, so perplexed and grieved was she at this new catastrophe. 

The story was soon done, and as Bess shook back her hair, Dan asked aseagerly as a boy:

'Don't you like it?'

'Yes, it's very pretty, and I see the meaning of it; but Undine wasalways my favourite. '

'Of course, that's like you--lilies and pearls and souls and purewater. Sintram used to be mine; but I took a fancy to this when Iwas--ahem--rather down on my luck one time, and it did me good, it wasso cheerful and sort of spiritual in its meaning, you know. '

Bess opened her blue eyes in wonder at this fancy of Dan's for anything'spiritual'; but she only nodded, saying: 'Some of the little songs aresweet and might be set to music. '

Dan laughed; 'I used to sing the last one to a tune of my own sometimesat sunset:

 '"Listening to celestial lays, Bending thy unclouded gaze On the pure and living light, Thou art blest, Aslauga's Knight!"

'And I was, ' he added, under his breath, as he glanced towards thesunshine dancing on the wall. 

'This one suits you better now'; and glad to please him by her interest, Bess read in her soft voice:

 '"Healfast, healfast, ye hero wounds; O knight, be quickly strong! Beloved strife For fame and life, Oh, tarry not too long!"'

'I'm no hero, never can be, and "fame and life" can't do much for me. Never mind, read me that paper, please. This knock on the head has madea regular fool of me. '

Dan's voice was gentle; but the light was gone out of his face now, andhe moved restlessly as if the silken pillows were full of thorns. Seeingthat his mood had changed, Bess quietly put down the book, took up thepaper, and glanced along the columns for something to suit him. 

'You don't care for the money market, I know, nor musical news. Here'sa murder; you used to like those; shall I read it? One man killsanother--, '

'No!'

Only a word, but it gave Mrs Jo a thrill, and for a moment she dared notglance at the tell-tale mirror. When she did Dan lay motionless with onehand over his eyes, and Bess was happily reading the art news to earsthat never heard a word. Feeling like a thief who has stolen somethingvery precious, Mrs Jo slipped away to her study, and before long Bessfollowed to report that Dan was fast asleep. 

Sending her home, with the firm resolve to keep her there as much aspossible, Mother Bhaer had an hour of serious thought all alone in thered sunset; and when a sound in the next room led her there, she foundthat the feigned sleep had become real repose; for Dan lay breathingheavily, with a scarlet spot on either cheek, and one hand clinched onhis broad breast. Yearning over him with a deeper pity than ever before, she sat in the little chair beside him, trying to see her way out ofthis tangle, till his hand slipped down, and in doing so snapped a cordhe wore about his neck and let a small case drop to the floor. 

Mrs Jo picked it up, and as he did not wake, sat looking at it, idlywondering what charm it held; for the case was of Indian workmanship andthe broken cord, of closely woven grass, sweet scented and pale yellow. 

'I won't pry into any more of the poor fellow's secrets. I'll mend andput it back, and never let him know I've seen his talisman. '

As she spoke she turned the little wallet to examine the fracture, anda card fell into her lap. It was a photograph, cut to fit its covering, and two words were written underneath the face, 'My Aslauga'. For aninstant Mrs Jo fancied that it might be one of herself, for all the boyshad them; but as the thin paper fell away, she saw the picture Demi tookof Bess that happy summer day. There was no doubt now, and with a sighshe put it back, and was about to slip it into Dan's bosom so that noteven a stitch should betray her knowledge, when as she leaned towardshim, she saw that he was looking straight at her with an expression thatsurprised her more than any of the strange ones she had ever seen inthat changeful face before. 

'Your hand slipped down; it fell; I was putting it back, ' explained MrsJo, feeling like a naughty child caught in mischief. 

'You saw the picture?'

'Yes. '

'And know what a fool I am?'

'Yes, Dan, and am so grieved--'

'Don't worry about me. I'm all right--glad you know, though I nevermeant to tell you. Of course it is only a crazy fancy of mine, andnothing can ever come of it. Never thought there would. Good Lord! whatcould that little angel ever be to me but what she is--a sort of dreamof all that's sweet and good?'

More afflicted by the quiet resignation of his look and tone than bythe most passionate ardour, Mrs Jo could only say, with a face full ofsympathy:

'It is very hard, dear, but there is no other way to look at it. You arewise and brave enough to see that, and to let the secret be ours alone. '

'I swear I will! not a word nor a look if I can help it. No one guesses, and if it troubles no one, is there any harm in my keeping this, andtaking comfort in the pretty fancy that kept me sane in that cursedplace?'

Dan's face was eager now, and he hid away the little worn case as ifdefying any hand to take it from him. Anxious to know everything beforegiving counsel or comfort, Mrs Jo said quietly:

'Keep it, and tell me all about the "fancy". Since I have stumbled onyour secret, let me know how it came, and how I can help to make itlighter to bear. '

'You'll laugh; but I don't mind. You always did find out our secrets andgive us a lift. Well, I never cared much for books, you know; but downyonder when the devil tormented me I had to do something or go starkmad, so I read both the books you gave me. One was beyond me, till thatgood old man showed me how to read it; but the other, this one, was acomfort, I tell you. It amused me, and was as pretty as poetry. I liked'em all, and most wore out Sintram. See how used up he is! Then I cameto this, and it sort of fitted that other happy part of my life, lastsummer--here. '

Dan stopped a moment as the words lingered on his lips; then, with along breath, went on, as if it was hard to lay bare the foolish littleromance he had woven about a girl, a picture, and a child's story therein the darkness of the place which was as terrible to him as Dante'sInferno, till he found his Beatrice. 

'I couldn't sleep, and had to think about something, so I used to fancyI was Folko, and see the shining of Aslauga's hair in the sunset onthe wall, the gum of the watchman's lamp, and the light that came in atdawn. My cell was high. I could see a bit of sky; sometimes there wasa star in it, and that was most as good as a face. I set great store bythat patch of blue, and when a white cloud went by, I thought it was theprettiest thing in all this world. I guess I was pretty near a fool; butthose thoughts and things helped me through, so they are all solemn trueto me, and I can't let them go. The dear shiny head, the white gown, theeyes like stars, and sweet, calm ways that set her as high above me asthe moon in heaven. Don't take it away! it's only a fancy, but a manmust love something, and I'd better love a spirit like her than any ofthe poor common girls who would care for me. '

The quiet despair in Dan's voice pierced Mrs Jo to the heart; but therewas no hope and she gave none. Yet she felt that he was right, and thathis hapless affection might do more to uplift and purify him than anyother he might know. Few women would care to marry Dan now, except suchas would hinder, not help, him in the struggle which life would alwaysbe to him; and it was better to go solitary to his grave than becomewhat she suspected his father had been--a handsome, unprincipled, anddangerous man, with more than one broken heart to answer for. 

'Yes, Dan, it is wise to keep this innocent fancy, if it helps andcomforts you, till something more real and possible comes to make youhappier. I wish I could give you any hope; but we both know that thedear child is the apple of her father's eye, the pride of her mother'sheart, and that the most perfect lover they can find will hardly seem tothem worthy of their precious daughter. Let her remain for you the high, bright star that leads you up and makes you believe in heaven. ' Mrs Jobroke down there; it seemed so cruel to destroy the faint hope Dan'seyes betrayed, that she could not moralize when she thought of his hardlife and lonely future. Perhaps it was the wisest thing she could havedone, for in her hearty sympathy he found comfort for his own loss, andvery soon was able to speak again in the manly tone of resignationto the inevitable that showed how honest was his effort to give upeverything but the pale shadow of what, for another, might have been ahappy possibility. 

They talked long and earnestly in the twilight; and this second secretbound them closer than the first; for in it there was neither sin norshame--only the tender pain and patience which has made saints andheroes of far worse men than our poor Dan. When at length they rose atthe summons of a bell, all the sunset glory had departed, and in thewintry sky there hung one star, large, soft, and clear, above a snowyworld. Pausing at the window before she dropped the curtains, Mrs Josaid cheerfully:

'Come and see how beautiful the evening star is, since you love it so. 'And as he stood behind her, tall and pale, like the ghost of his formerself, she added softly: 'And remember, dear, if the sweet girl is deniedyou, the old friend is always here--to love and trust and pray for you. '

This time she was not disappointed; and had she asked any reward formany anxieties and cares, she received it when Dan's strong arm cameround her, as he said, in a voice which showed her that she had notlaboured in vain to pluck her firebrand from the burning:

'I never can forget that; for she's helped to save my soul, and make medare to look up there and say:

"God bless her!"'

Chapter 22. POSITIVELY LAST APPEARANCE

'Upon my word, I feel as if I lived in a powder-magazine, and don'tknow which barrel will explode next, and send me flying, ' said Mrs Joto herself next day, as she trudged up to Parnassus to suggest to hersister that perhaps the most charming of the young nurses had betterreturn to her marble gods before she unconsciously added another woundto those already won by the human hero. She told no secrets; but a hintwas sufficient; for Mrs Amy guarded her daughter as a pearl of greatprice, and at once devised a very simple means of escape from danger. Mr Laurie was going to Washington on Dan's behalf, and was delighted totake his family with him when the idea was carelessly suggested. So theconspiracy succeeded finely; and Mrs Jo went home, feeling more like atraitor than ever. She expected an explosion; but Dan took the news soquietly, it was plain that he cherished no hope; and Mrs Amy was sureher romantic sister had been mistaken. If she had seen Dan's face whenBess went to say good-bye, her maternal eye would have discovered farmore than the unconscious girl did. Mrs Jo trembled lest he shouldbetray himself; but he had learned self-control in a stern school, andwould have got through the hard moment bravely, only, when he took bothhands, saying heartily:

'Good-bye, Princess. If we don't meet again, remember your old friendDan sometimes, ' she, touched by his late danger and the wistful look hewore, answered with unusual warmth: 'How can I help it, when you make usall so proud of you? God bless your mission, and bring you safely hometo us again!'

As she looked up at him with a face full of frank affection and sweetregret, all that he was losing rose so vividly before him that Dan couldnot resist the impulse to take the 'dear goldy head' between his handsand kiss it, with a broken 'Good-bye'; then hurried back to his room, feeling as if it were the prison-cell again, with no glimpse of heaven'sblue to comfort him. 

This abrupt caress and departure rather startled Bess; for she felt witha girl's quick instinct that there was something in that kiss unknownbefore, and looked after him with sudden colour in her cheeks and newtrouble in her eyes. Mrs Jo saw it, and fearing a very natural questionanswered it before it was put. 

'Forgive him, Bess. He has had a great trouble, and it makes him tenderat parting with old friends; for you know he may never come back fromthe wild world he is going to. '

'You mean the fall and danger of death?' asked Bess, innocently. 

'No, dear; a greater trouble than that. But I cannot tell you anymore--except that he has come through it bravely; so you may trust andrespect him, as I do. '

'He has lost someone he loved. Poor Dan! We must be very kind to him. '

Bess did not ask the question, but seemed content with her solution ofthe mystery--which was so true that Mrs Jo confirmed it by a nod, andlet her go away believing that some tender loss and sorrow wrought thegreat change all saw in Dan, and made him so slow to speak concerningthe past year. 

But Ted was less easily satisfied, and this unusual reticence goadedhim to desperation. His mother had warned him not to trouble Dan withquestions till he was quite well; but this prospect of approachingdeparture made him resolve to have a full, clear, and satisfactoryaccount of the adventures which he felt sure must have been thrilling, from stray words Dan let fall in his fever. So one day when the coastwas clear, Master Ted volunteered to amuse the invalid, and did so inthe following manner:

'Look here, old boy, if you don't want me to read, you've got to talk, and tell me all about Kansas, and the farms, and that part. The Montanabusiness I know, but you seem to forget what went before. Brace up, andlet's have it, ' he began, with an abruptness which roused Dan from abrown study most effectually. 

'No, I don't forget; it isn't interesting to anyone but myself. I didn'tsee any farms--gave it up, ' he said slowly. 

'Why?'

'Other things to do. '

'What?'

'Well, brush-making for one thing. '

'Don't chaff a fellow. Tell true. '

'I truly did. '

'What for?'

'To keep out of mischief, as much as anything. '

'Well, of all the queer things--and you've done a lot--that's thequeerest, ' cried Ted, taken aback at this disappointing discovery. Buthe didn't mean to give up yet, and began again. 

'What mischief, Dan?'

'Never you mind. Boys shouldn't bother. '

'But I do want to know, awfully, because I'm your pal, and care for youno end. Always did. Come, now, tell me a good yarn. I love scrapes. I'llbe mum as an oyster if you don't want it known. '

'Will you?' and Dan looked at him, wondering how the boyish face wouldchange if the truth were suddenly told him. 

'I'll swear it on locked fists, if you like. I know it was jolly, andI'm aching to hear. '

'You are as curious as a girl. More than some--Josie and--and Bess neverasked a question. '

'They don't care about rows and things; they liked the mine business, heroes, and that sort. So do I, and I'm as proud as Punch over it; butI see by your eyes that there was something else before that, and I'mbound to find out who Blair and Mason are, and who was hit and who ranaway, and all the rest of it. '

'What!' cried Dan, in a tone that made Ted jump. 

'Well, you used to mutter about 'em in your sleep, and Uncle Lauriewondered. So did I; but don't mind, if you can't remember, or wouldrather not. '

'What else did I say? Queer, what stuff a man will talk when his witsare gone. '

'That's all I heard; but it seemed interesting, and I just mentioned it, thinking it might refresh your memory a bit, ' said Teddy, very politely;for Dan's frown was heavy at that moment. 

It cleared off at this reply, and after a look at the boy squirming withsuppressed impatience in his chair, Dan made up his mind to amuse himwith a game of cross-purposes and half-truths, hoping to quench hiscuriosity, and so get peace. 

'Let me see; Blair was a lad I met in the cars, and Mason a poor fellowwho was in a--well, a sort of hospital where I happened to be. Blair ranoff to his brothers, and I suppose I might say Mason was hit, because hedied there. Does that suit you?'

'No, it doesn't. Why did Blair run? and who hit the other fellow? I'msure there was a fight somewhere, wasn't there?'

'Yes!

'I guess I know what it was about. '

'The devil, you do! Let's hear you guess. Must be amusing, ' said Dan, affecting an ease he did not feel. 

Charmed to be allowed to free his mind, Ted at once unfolded the boyishsolution of the mystery which he had been cherishing, for he felt thatthere was one somewhere. 

'You needn't say yes, if I guess right and you are under oath to keepsilent. I shall know by your face, and never tell. Now see if I'm notright. Out there they have wild doings, and it's my belief you were insome of 'em. I don't mean robbing mails, and KluKluxing, and that sortof thing; but defending the settlers, or hanging some scamp, or evenshooting a few, as a fellow must sometimes, in self-defence. Ah, ha!I've hit it, I see. Needn't speak; I know the flash of your old eye, andthe clench of your big fist. ' And Ted pranced with satisfaction. 

'Drive on, smart boy, and don't lose the trail, ' said Dan, finding acurious sense of comfort in some of these random words, and longing, butnot daring, to confirm the true ones. He might have confessed the crime, but not the punishment that followed, the sense of its disgrace wasstill so strong upon him. 

'I knew I should get it; can't deceive me long, ' began Ted, with such anair of pride Dan could not help a short laugh. 

'It's a relief, isn't it, to have it off your mind? Now, just confide inme and it's all safe, unless you've sworn not to tell. '

'I have. '

'Oh, well, then don't'; and Ted's face fell, but he was himself againin a moment and said, with the air of a man of the world: 'It's allright--I understand--honour binds--silence to death, etc. Glad you stoodby your mate in the hospital. How many did you kill?'

'Only one. '

'Bad lot, of course?'

'A damned rascal. '

'Well, don't look so fierce; I've no objection. Wouldn't mind poppingat some of those bloodthirsty blackguards myself. Had to dodge and keepquiet after it, I suppose. '

'Pretty quiet for a long spell. '

'Got off all right in the end, and headed for your mines and did thatjolly brave thing. Now, I call that decidedly interesting and capital. I'm glad to know it; but I won't blab. '

'Mind you don't. Look here. Ted, if you'd killed a man, would it troubleyou--a bad one, I mean?'

The lad opened his mouth to say, 'Not a bit, ' but checked that answer asif something in Dan's face made him change his mind. 'Well, if it was myduty in war or self-defence, I suppose I shouldn't; but if I'd pitchedinto him in a rage, I guess I should be very sorry. Shouldn't wonder ifhe sort of haunted me, and remorse gnawed me as it did Aram and thosefellows. You don't mind, do you? It was a fair fight, wasn't it?'

'Yes, I was in the right; but I wish I'd been out of it. Women don't seeit that way, and look horrified at such things. Makes it hard; but itdon't matter. '

'Don't tell 'em; then they can't worry, ' said Ted, with the nod of oneversed in the management of the sex. 

'Don't intend to. Mind you keep your notions to yourself, for some of'em are wide of the mark. Now you may read if you like'; and there thetalk ended; but Ted took great comfort in it, and looked as wise as anowl afterwards. 

A few quiet weeks followed, during which Dan chafed at the delay; andwhen at length word came that his credentials were ready, he was eagerto be off, to forget a vain love in hard work, and live for others, since he might not for himself. 

So one wild March morning our Sintram rode away, with horse and hound, to face again the enemies who would have conquered him, but for Heaven'shelp and human pity. 

'Ah, me! it does seem as if life was made of partings, and they getharder as we go on, ' sighed Mrs Jo, a week later, as she sat in the longparlour at Parnassus one evening, whither the family had gone to welcomethe travellers back. 

'And meetings too, dear; for here we are, and Nat is on his way at last. Look for the silver lining, as Marmee used to say, and be comforted, 'answered Mrs Amy, glad to be at home and find no wolves prowling nearher sheepfold. 

'I've been so worried lately, I can't help croaking. I wonder what Danthought at not seeing you again? It was wise; but he would have enjoyedanother look at home faces before he went into the wilderness, ' said MrsJo regretfully. 

'Much better so. We left notes and all we could think of that he mightneed, and slipped away before he came. Bess really seemed relieved;I'm sure I was'; and Mrs Amy smoothed an anxious line out of her whiteforehead, as she smiled at her daughter, laughing happily among hercousins. 

Mrs Jo shook her head as if the silver lining of that cloud was hard tofind; but she had no time to croak again, for just then Mr Laurie camein looking well pleased at something. 

'A new picture has arrived; face towards the music-room, good people, and tell me how you like it. I call it "Only a fiddler", afterAndersen's story. What name will you give it?'

As he spoke he threw open the wide doors, and just beyond they saw ayoung man standing, with a beaming face, and a violin in his hand. Therewas no doubt about the name to this picture, and with the cry 'Nat!Nat!' there was a general uprising. But Daisy reached him first, andseemed to have lost her usual composure somewhere on the way, for sheclung to him, sobbing with the shock of a surprise and joy too great forher to bear quietly. Everything was settled by that tearful and tenderembrace, for, though Mrs Meg speedily detached her daughter, it was onlyto take her place; while Demi shook Nat's hand with brotherly warmth, and Josie danced round them like Macbeth's three witches in one, chanting in her most tragic tones:

'Chirper thou wast; second violin thou art; first thou shalt be. Hail, all hail!'

This caused a laugh, and made things gay and comfortable at once. Thenthe usual fire of questions and answers began, to be kept up brisklywhile the boys admired Nat's blond beard and foreign clothes, the girlshis improved appearance--for he was ruddy with good English beefand beer, and fresh with the sea-breezes which had blown him swiftlyhome--and the older folk rejoiced over his prospects. Of course allwanted to hear him play; and when tongues tired, he gladly did his bestfor them, surprising the most critical by his progress in music evenmore than by the energy and self-possession which made a new manof bashful Nat. By and by when the violin--that most human of allinstruments--had sung to them the loveliest songs without words, hesaid, looking about him at these old friends with what Mr Bhaer called a'feeling-full' expression of happiness and content:

'Now let me play something that you will all remember though you won'tlove it as I do'; and standing in the attitude which Ole Bull hasimmortalized, he played the street melody he gave them the first nighthe came to Plumfield. They remembered it, and joined in the plaintivechorus, which fitly expressed his own emotions:

 'Oh my heart is sad and weary Everywhere I roam, Longing for the old plantation And for the old folks at home. '

'Now I feel better, ' said Mrs Jo, as they all trooped down the hill soonafter. 'Some of our boys are failures, but I think this one is going tobe a success, and patient Daisy a happy girl at last. Nat is your work, Fritz, and I congratulate you heartily. '

'Ach, we can but sow the seed and trust that it falls on good ground. I planted, perhaps, but you watched that the fowls of the air did notdevour it, and brother Laurie watered generously; so we will share theharvest among us, and be glad even for a small one, heart's-dearest. '

'I thought the seed had fallen on very stony ground with my poor Dan;but I shall not be surprised if he surpasses all the rest in the realsuccess of life, since there is more rejoicing over one repentant sinnerthan many saints, ' answered Mrs Jo, still clinging fast to her blacksheep although a whole flock of white ones trotted happily before her. 

It is a strong temptation to the weary historian to close the presenttale with an earthquake which should engulf Plumfield and its environsso deeply in the bowels of the earth that no youthful Schliemann couldever find a vestige of it. But as that somewhat melodramatic conclusionmight shock my gentle readers, I will refrain, and forestall the usualquestion, 'How did they end?' by briefly stating that all the marriagesturned out well. The boys prospered in their various callings; so didthe girls, for Bess and Josie won honours in their artistic careers, andin the course of time found worthy mates. Nan remained a busy, cheerful, independent spinster, and dedicated her life to her suffering sistersand their children, in which true woman's work she found abidinghappiness. Dan never married, but lived, bravely and usefully, among hischosen people till he was shot defending them, and at last lay quietlyasleep in the green wilderness he loved so well, with a lock of goldenhair upon his breast, and a smile on his face which seemed to say thatAslauga's Knight had fought his last fight and was at peace. Stuffybecame an alderman, and died suddenly of apoplexy after a public dinner. Dolly was a society man of mark till he lost his money, when he foundcongenial employment in a fashionable tailoring establishment. Demibecame a partner, and lived to see his name above the door, and Rob wasa professor at Laurence College; but Teddy eclipsed them all by becomingan eloquent and famous clergyman, to the great delight of his astonishedmother. And now, having endeavoured to suit everyone by many weddings, few deaths, and as much prosperity as the eternal fitness of things willpermit, let the music stop, the lights die out, and the curtain fall forever on the March family.