Part 11 (1/2)
”Because I think she resembles your mother.”
”She resembles far more an old portrait hanging in my room. I remarked it as soon as I saw her.”
He seemed lost in thought, and immediately after left the room. An hour later, Irene's listening ear detected the opening and closing of the hall door.
”There is Electra on the steps; I hear her voice. Will you please open the door?”
Mrs. Young laid down her work and rose to comply, but Harvey ushered the stranger in and then retired.
The lady of the house looked at the new-comer, and a startled expression came instantly into her countenance. She made a step forward and paused irresolute.
”Mrs. Young, allow me to introduce my friend, Miss Electra Grey.” Electra bowed, and Mrs. Young exclaimed--
”Grey! Grey! Electra Grey; and so like Robert? Oh! it must be so. Child, who are you? Where are your parents?”
She approached and put her hand on the girl's shoulders, while a hopeful light kindled in her eyes.
”I am an orphan, madam, from the South. My father died before my birth, my mother immediately after.”
”Was your father's name Robert? Where was he from?”
”His name was Enoch R. Gray. I don't know what his middle name was. He came originally from Pennsylvania, I believe.”
”Oh! I knew that I could not be mistaken! My brother's child! Robert's child!”
She threw her arms around the astonished girl, and strained her to her heart.
”There must be some mistake, madam. I never heard that I had relatives in New York.”
”Oh! child! call me aunt! I am your father's sister. We called him by his middle name, Robert, and for eighteen years have heard nothing of him. Sit down here, and let me tell you the circ.u.mstances. Your father was the youngest of three children, and in his youth gave us great distress by his wildness; he ran away from college and went to sea. After an absence of three years he returned, almost a wreck of his former self. My mother had died during his long voyage to the South Sea Islands, and father, who believed him to have been the remote cause of her death (for her health failed soon after he left), upbraided him most harshly and unwisely. His reproaches drove poor Robert to desperation, and without giving us any clue, he left home as suddenly as before. Whither he went we never knew.
Father was so incensed that he entirely disinherited him; but at his death, when the estate was divided, my brother William and I decided that we would take only what we considered our proportion, and we set apart one-third for Robert. We advertised for several years, and could hear nothing of him; and at the end of the fifth year, William divided that remaining third. Oh, my dear child! I am so glad to find you out. But where have you been all this time? Where did Robert die?”
She held the orphan's hand, and made no attempt to conceal the tears that rolled over her cheeks. Electra gave her a detailed account of her life from the time when she was taken to her uncle, Mr. Aubrey, at the age of four months, till the death of her aunt and her removal to New York.
”And Robert's child has been in want, while we knew not of her existence!
Oh, Electra! you shall have no more sorrow that we can s.h.i.+eld you from. I loved your father very devotedly, and I shall love his orphan quite as dearly. Come to me, let me be your mother. Let me repair the wrong of bygone years.”
She folded her arms around the graceful young form and sobbed aloud, while Irene found it difficult to repress her own tears of sympathy and joy that her friend had found such relatives. Of the three, Electra was calmest.
Though glad to meet with her father's family, she knew better than they that this circ.u.mstance could make little alteration in her life, and therefore, when Mrs. Young had left the room to acquaint her husband and son with the discovery she had made, Electra sat down beside her friend's sofa just as she would have done two hours before.
”I am so glad for your sake that you are to come and live here. Until you know them all as well as I do, you cannot properly appreciate your good fortune,” said Irene, raising herself on her elbow.
”Yes, I am very glad to meet my aunt,” returned Electra, evasively, and then she added earnestly--
”I don't know that I ought to talk about things that should have been buried before you were born. But you probably know something of what happened. We found out after you left why you were so suddenly sent off to boarding-school; and you can have no idea how much my poor aunt was distressed at the thought of having caused your banishment. Irene, your father hated her, and of course you know it; but do you know why?”
”No; I never could imagine any adequate cause.”