Part 41 (1/2)
Martin is destroying himself, and I shall not long survive him.
Oh, Millie, it's a terrible thing to love a weak man as I love your father. I love him so that his course is killing me. It could not be otherwise, for I am much to blame. Don't interrupt me; I am speaking these bitter words for your ultimate good. Your life is before you--”
”Mamma, how can my life be before me if you die broken-hearted?”
”Because you are young. You know that it would add tenfold bitterness to my already overflowing cup if I saw no chance for you, Belle, and the little ones. You may soon have to be mother and sister both.
I forewarn you, because, as Roger says, you are strong as well as gentle, and you must not just drift helplessly toward we know not what. Oh, Millie, my poor crushed heart must have one consolation before it is at rest. Roger is not, and never will be, a weak man.
It is not in his nature to give way to fatal habits. I, too, with a woman's eye, have seen his deep, strong affection for you, and with a mother's jealous love I have studied his character. He is a young giant, Millie, whom you unconsciously awoke to manhood. He comes of a st.u.r.dy, practical race, and unites to their shrewdness a chivalric Southern heart and large brain. He doesn't begin to know, himself, how much of a man he is, but the experience of life will fast develop him. He is one who will master circ.u.mstances, and not be molded by them. Obstacles will only stimulate his will.
Your prejudice and dislike have not made him falter a moment. In the heart of a girl like you, Millie, I truly believe that a new love for such a man will surely spring up, and grow and strengthen with each succeeding year, and you would be worthy of him. You could make him happy, and eventually add greatly to his success.
He is sure to become eminent, and be burdened with many large affairs, and the home you could make for him would be a refuge and a resting-place from which he would go out daily, strong and refreshed. Let his friends say what they please at first. He has his own career to make, and in his choice of you he has shown how unerring and sound his instincts are, and you can prove them so, and will, I think, when time has given your morbid and unhappy heart its healthful tone. Mrs. Wheaton has done much work at his uncle's house, and Mrs. Atwood talks to her quite freely. Mrs.
Wheaton says they are wealthy, although they live so plainly, and that Mr. Atwood, Roger's uncle, is wonderfully taken with the young man, and means to give him a chance to climb among the highest, if he continues to be so steady and persevering. Of course you know that Roger will never be anything else than steady. And Mrs. Wheaton also says that Mr. Atwood will, no doubt, leave everything to him, for he has no children.”
”I am sorry you have told me this,” sighed Mildred; ”it would have been hard enough at best, but I should feel almost mercenary now.”
”Oh, Millie, you are too morbid and proud for anything,” expostulated Mrs. Jocelyn, in whom no misfortune or sorrow could wholly blot out her old, mild pa.s.sion for making good matches for her daughters--good matches in the right sense of the word--for she would look for worth, or what seemed worth to her, as well as the wealth that is too often considered solely. She had sought to involve Vinton Arnold by innocent wiles, and now, in pathetic revival of her old trait, she was even more bent on providing for Mildred by securing a man after her own heart. Love for her daughter, far more than ambition, was the main-spring of her motive, and surely her gentle schemes were not deserving of a very harsh judgment. She could not be blamed greatly for looking with wistful eyes on the one ray of light falling on her darkening path.
After a brief, troubled silence Mrs. Jocelyn resumed, with pathos and pleading in her voice, ”Millie, darling, if this could all be, it would brighten my last days.”
”There, there, mamma; as far as I CAN carry out your wishes, it shall be. I had already virtually promised it, and I should be perverse indeed could I not do all--all in my power to brighten your sad life.
But, darling mamma, you must promise to live in return. A palace would be desolate if you were not seated in the snuggest corner of the hearth. I'll try to love him; I know I ought to give my whole heart to one who is so worthy, and who can do so much to brighten your life.”
”Blessings on you, Millie. You will soon learn to return all his affection. You are both young, and it will probably be years before you can be married. In the meantime you will have a protector and friend who will have the right to aid you. You were slowly dying for want of air and change and hope. You worked all day, and shut yourself up in this miserable place at night, and it could not last; as your affianced he can take your part against the world, and protect Belle; and during the years while he is making his way upward, you will learn to love him. You will become interested in his studies, hopes, and prospects. You will encourage, and at the same time prevent undue application, for no man knows how to take care of himself. He can be our deliverer, and you his good angel.
Your relations and long engagement may not be exactly conventional; but he is not conventional, neither is your need nor our sad fortunes.
Since G.o.d has put within our reach this great alleviation of our sorrow, ought we to refuse it?”
”Set your mind at rest, mamma; you have made duty plain. I will do my best, and it now all rests with Roger.”
”Millie, you are a dear, good child,” said the mother brokenly, and with smiles s.h.i.+ning like light through her tears; and after a close embrace she went out, closing the door that the weary girl might rest at last.
When alone, Mildred turned her face to the wall and breathed, like the lowest and saddest note of a wind-touched harp, ”Vinton, Vinton Arnold, farewell forever. I must look for you no more--I must think of you no more. Oh, perverse heart, be still!”
But a decision had been reached, and her perplexed mind had at last found the rest of a fixed resolve. Then nature a.s.serted her right, and she slept long and heavily. When she awoke, the lamp was lighted in the one living-room, from which came the sounds of an unsteady step and a thick, rough voice. She trembled, for she knew that her father had come home again intoxicated--an event that was becoming terribly frequent of late. She felt too weak and nerveless to go out and look upon their living disgrace, and lay still with long, sighing breaths. ”Even Mr. Atwood will turn from us in disgust, when he realizes papa's degradation,” she thought. ”Alas! can it be right to cloud his bright young life with such a shameful stain!
Oh, if it were not selfish, I could wish to die and escape from it all.”
At last the heavy, shuffling step pa.s.sed into the adjoining bedroom, and soon the wretched man was in stupor. As Mildred came out she saw Belle, who had returned from her work, looking toward the room in which her father slept, with a lowering, reckless expression that made her sister shudder.
Mildred tried to banish evil thoughts by putting her arm around the young girl's neck and kissing her between the eyes. ”Don't look so, Belle,” she whispered.
”Where is that to end?” Belle asked, in a strange, harsh voice, pointing toward the room. ”Millie, I can't stand this life much longer.”
”Oh, Belle, don't forget there is a heaven beyond this life.”
”It's too far beyond. Look here, Millie; since G.o.d don't answer mamma's prayers, I haven't much faith in anything. See what undeserved trouble came upon you too. If it hadn't been for Roger you would have been in prison to-night, and we'd have been alone here with a drunken father. How can one have faith and try to be good when such things happen?”
”Belle,” said Mildred, with a solemnity that made the reckless, discouraged girl turn pale, ”you had better take a knife from that table and stab mamma than do anything wrong.”
”Oh, hus.h.!.+” whispered Belle, for Mrs. Jocelyn now entered with the children, whom she was glad to have away when the unnatural father returned, even though she knew they were with the wild young Arabs of the tenement.