Part 33 (1/2)

”Did he tell you himself?”

”Not in so many words; but I've known it, so has his mother, for a long time. He has cared for you ever since he was a little boy. And Sara,”

earnestly, ”where would you find a better husband, a truer heart? I'm an old goose, I suppose, to speak out so plainly; but the fact is, Jasper's a bit afraid of you, and doesn't dare to speak, I imagine.”

”Afraid of _me?_”

”Yes, he thinks you some kind of a G.o.ddess probably; most men do till they are married, and then they're too apt to think their wives are kitchen-maids; but I don't think Jasper'll be like that!” she added hastily.

Sara smiled.

”I've no doubt, Miss Prue, that Jasper would be all that is good and n.o.ble; ah! there is Molly coming back; I wonder if she succeeded in matching your yarn,” and rising with a relieved air, she hurried out to meet her sister.

But the conversation lingered in her memory, and was often brought to mind by trivial events. During all of her visit, Miss Prue had an air of taking possession of Sara, which was, if not new, at least accented greatly, and occasionally would drop such expressions as,--

”If you should ever live in Killamet again,” or ”When you come back to us, Sara,” which gave the girl an uneasy feeling that her future was being settled for her, leaving no alternative. Even her very last day, during the packing, there was an instance of this.

Sara and Molly, revelling in the midst of bags and boxes, while pretending to help, came upon a little morocco case of antique appearance.

”May I look at this, Miss Prue?” cried Molly, holding it up.

”Of course, child; just hand me that bundle, Sara; it's bandages I brought along in case of accidents; I always carry some in my hand-bag, besides my old Indian ointment.”

”Oh, how lovely!” exclaimed Molly, as the cover of the case flew back, discovering a set of coral ornaments of exquisite workmans.h.i.+p, outlined against the faded blue satin lining. ”Coral's all out of style now, but it's wonderfully pretty, just the same; and what an odd design; see Sara!”

She held them out towards the latter, then by a sudden impulse took the ear-rings and placed them against her sister's sh.e.l.l-like ears.

”Oh! look Miss Prue. Aren't they becoming?” ”Exceedingly,” said that lady, looking around with a critical air: ”coral always becomes such a complexion and hair. I've always intended those for Jasper's wife.”

Her accent and tone were so peculiar as she said this that even Molly noticed it.

”j.a.p's wife?” she cried gayly. ”There's your chance, Sara. Why don't you set your cap for him, and the corals?”

”Molly!”

Sara drew back her head sharply, and thrust the jewels from her, but her face crimsoned as she did so; and though Molly dared say nothing further, her eyes danced with teasing merriment, while Miss Prue, pretending not to notice at all, took in every detail.

”Either she likes him so much she can't bear to have the subject made light of, or else the whole thing is distasteful to her; I wish I knew which it is,” was her thought as she bustled about, apparently intent only on getting as many garments as possible into a given s.p.a.ce.

She ruminated all the way home next day, making up her mind that she would not be quite happy now until this affair was arranged, and resolved that if Jasper happened to be at home when she reached there, she would have a word to say to him.

Meanwhile, Sara's tranquillity, having been invaded by this new idea, was effectually destroyed. It had been her life-long habit to reverence and obey Miss Prue; if she went against her in this matter it would be an unprecedented event. Then she could not but realize what a fine match it would be in a worldly point of view, allying her with those families she had, all her life, been taught to consider as first in her little world. It would give her dear ones certain comfort and herself rest from care and anxiety; she knew well what a warm nest Jasper's wife would step into, admired, petted, and cousined by relatives innumerable. Last of all, it would ally her to a young man she had always liked, and could thoroughly respect as well; one too, who would, she felt certain, be a tender, loyal mate. What was there against it? Why--as Molly would say-- didn't she ”jump at the chance”?

She felt really indignant at herself for her own perverseness; but, though she would not tell herself the reason why, she felt this thing to be impossible.

Better struggle along under her burdens as she had been doing, rather than go so reluctantly to that true and tender heart.

”Oh, I wish she had not spoken!” she whispered to herself pa.s.sionately one day as these thoughts kept tormenting her. ”I never knew Miss Prue to do so unkind a thing before! But why do I think about it? It's time enough to worry when Jasper speaks. Perhaps she's mistaken after all!”

and she tried to content herself in this belief.