Elsie's Womanhood Page 2
CHAPTER SECOND.
"Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss." --MILTON'S PARADISE LOST.
After a half hour of waiting for her son's return, Mrs. Travilla sat downto her lonely cup of tea. There was no lack of delicacies on the table,and in all Edward's taste had been consulted. To make him comfortable andhappy was, next to serving her God, the great aim and object of hismother's life; and, in a less degree, of that of every servant in thehouse. They had all been born and brought up at Ion, and had all theseyears known him as the kindest, most reasonable and considerate ofmasters.
"Wish Massa Edard come. Dese waffles jes' prime to-night, an' he so fondob dem," remarked a pretty mulatto girl, handing a plate of them to hermistress.
"Yes, Prilla, he expected to be at home, but is probably taking tea at theOaks or Roselands." And the old lady supped her tea and ate her waffleswith a serene, happy face, now and then lighted up by a pleased smilewhich her attendant handmaiden was at a loss to interpret.
Having finished her meal, Mrs. Travilla threw a shawl about her shouldersand stepped out upon the veranda; then, tempted by the beauty of thenight, walked down the avenue to meet her son or see if there were anysigns of his approach.
She had not gone half the distance ere the sound of horses' hoofs reachedher ear--distant at first but coming rapidly nearer, till a lady andgentleman drew rein at the gate, while the servant who had been riding inthe rear dismounted and threw it open.
They came dashing up, but paused and drew rein again at sight of the oldlady standing there under the trees.
"Mother," cried her son, springing from the saddle, "you were not alarmed?anxious? surely."
"No, no, Edward, but glad to see you and Elsie! my dear child, this isvery kind."
"Not at all, dear Mrs. Travilla; it is so lovely an evening for a ride; orwalk either," she added, giving her hand to her escort and springinglightly to the ground.
Mr. Travilla put the hand into that of his mother. "Take her to yourheart, mother; she is mine--ours!" he said, in low tones tremulous withjoy.
The old lady folded the slight girlish form to her breast for a moment,with a silence more eloquent than words.
"Thank God! thank God!" she murmured at length. "He has given me myheart's desire;" and mingled caresses and tears fell upon Elsie's face."For many years I have loved you as my own child, and now I am to haveyou. How bright our home will be, Edward. But we are darkening another.Her father; can he--has he----"
"He has given her to me," answered the son quickly, "and she has--we havegiven ourselves to each other. Let me give an arm to each of you and wewill go into the house."
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The veranda at the Oaks was deserted, and the house very quiet, thoughlights still shone here and there, as Mr. Travilla and Elsie rode up anddismounted on their return from Ion.
A servant rose from the grass, where he had been lying at his ease; cameforward and led away his young mistress's pony, while the lover bade her atender good-night, sprang into the saddle again, and presentlydisappeared, lost to view amid the trees and the windings of the road,though the sound of horse's hoofs still came faintly to Elsie's ear as shestood intently listening, a sweet smile irradiating every feature.
Absorbed in her own thoughts, and in the effort to catch thosefast-retreating sounds, she did not hear a step approaching from behind;but an arm encircled her waist, and a low-breathed "My darling" woke herfrom her reverie.
She looked up, her eyes beaming with affection; "Papa; I am rather late,am I not?"
"Not very. Hark! the clock is but just striking ten. Come, let us sit downhere for a little. We have hardly had a chat together to-day." He sighedslightly as he drew her closer to him.
"No, papa dear, there has been so much company," she answered, laying herhead on his shoulder. "And----"
"And what?" as she paused. "Your father used to know all that concernedyou one way or the other. Is he to be shut out from your confidence now?Ah, I think he must have been for some time past."
"I could not tell you _that_, papa," she murmured, blushing visibly in themoonlight. "Indeed, I hardly knew it myself till----"
"Till when?"
"The night of Sophie's wedding."
"Ah!" he said, musingly; "but I cannot get over my surprise; he is yoursenior by so many years, and you have known him from childhood and lookedupon him as a sort of uncle. I wonder at your choice."
"But you don't object, papa?"
"No, if I must give you away--and I've always known that would come sometime--I would rather it should be to him than any one else, for I cannever doubt that he will be tender and true to my precious one, when sheleaves her father's home for his."
"Papa, papa, don't speak of it," she cried, winding her arms about hisneck, "I can't bear to think of it; that our home will no longer be thesame, that I can't come to you every night and be folded to your heart asI have been ever since I was a little girl."
"Well, dearest," he said, after a moment, in which he held her very closeand caressed her with exceeding tenderness, "we shall not be far apart ormiss passing some time together many days of the year. And you are not inhaste to leave me?"
"Oh, no, no! why should I be? Please keep me a little while yet."
"I intend to: it will take at least a year to get used to the thought ofdoing without you, and so long Travilla must be content to wait. Nor canwe give you up wholly even then; your suite of rooms shall still be yours,and you must come now and then and occupy them for days or weeks at atime.
"Now, daughter, good-night. Come to me to-morrow morning in my study, soonafter breakfast, I have something more of importance to say to you."
"I shall obey, and without fear," she answered gayly, "though I rememberonce being quite frightened at a similar order; but that was when I was asilly little girl and didn't know how dearly my own papa loved me."
"And when he was strangely stern to his own little child," he answered,with another tender caress.