Part 5 (1/2)
It was a large and elegant house at which the sisters stopped next. A beautiful lawn, hedged by hawthorne, sloped to the finely-graded street; while over its surface beds of brilliant flowers were blooming, contrasting finely with the bright green carpet. They ascended the granite steps which led to the portico, and rang the bell. A servant answered the summons, and impatiently awaited their message.
”We would see the mistress of the mansion,” said Joy.
They were shown into an elegant drawing-room, so large they could scarcely see the farther end. It was furnished in a most dazzling style, and gave none of that feeling of repose which is so desirable in a home.
After what seemed a long time, the lady of the mansion appeared, looking very much as though her visitors were intruders.
”A lovely day,” said Joy.
”Beautiful for youth and health,” she answered curtly; ”but all days are the same to me.”
”You are ill, then,” said Joy, sympathetically.
”Ill, and weary of this life. Nothing goes well in this world: there is too much sorrow to enjoy anything. But,” she added after a brief silence, ”you are young, and cannot enter into my griefs.”
”I have come for the purpose of bringing you comfort and hope if you will but accept it,” answered Joy, modestly.
”A stranger could scarcely show me what I cannot find. Be a.s.sured, young maiden, if I had the pleasures you suppose I possess, I should not be tardy in seeing them. No, no: my life is a succession of cares and burdens.”
Joy was silent a moment, and then said, ”But you have health, a home, and plenty to dispense to the needy, which must be a comfort, at least, in a world of so much need.”
”My home is large and elegant, I admit; but, believe me, the care of the servants is a burden too great for human flesh.”
Joy thought how much better a cottage was, with just enough to meet the wants of life, than a mansion full of hirelings; and she said, hopefully, ”Our blessings ever outnumber our woes. If we but look for them, we shall be surprised each day to see how many they are. I am on a visit to earth,” continued Joy, ”to see how much real happiness I can find, and help, if possible, to remove obstacles that hinder its advancement. This is my sister, Sorrow,” she continued, turning to her, ”who, like myself, has a mission, though by no means a pleasant one.”
The sisters unveiled their faces.
A flush of pleasure stole over the sallow face of the woman as she gazed upon the brightness of Joy's countenance; but the look quickly faded at the sight of Sorrow's worn and weary features.
”My sister must tarry here,” said Joy, as she rose to leave.
”Here! With me? Why! I can scarcely live now. What can I do with her added to my troubles?”
”It is thus decreed,” answered Joy. ”You need the discipline which she will bring to you.”
And she departed, leaving her sister in the elegant but cheerless mansion.
The mistress of the luxurious home had one fair daughter, whom she was bringing up to lead a listless, indolent, and selfish life,--a life which would result in no good to herself or others.
Sorrow grew sadder each day as she saw the girl walking amid all the beauties with which she was surrounded, careless of her own culture.
She felt, also, that she must at some time, and it might be soon, be removed from her luxuries, or they from her. Each hour the fair girl's step grew heavier, till at last she was too weak to walk, or even rise from her bed.
”All this comes of having that sad woman here,” exclaimed the weeping mother as she bent over her daughter. ”I'll have her sent from the house this day.” And she rang for a servant to send Sorrow away.
After delivering her message to her maid, she felt somewhat relieved.
The servant went in search of Sorrow, but could not find her either in the house, garden, on the lawn, or among the dark pines where she often walked.