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The Richmond Palladium, Friday, November 9, 1906.
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For Sale on Payments Nice 5 room House, 309 S. Reliable man can secu house on Payments li T. W. HA Ph I I yr rjfw W.3rSt. I re aifjood J The Heart's Highway m Copyrifkl. 1900. by CHAITEU I. 1C82, when I was thirty years of age and Mistress Mary Cavendish just turned of eighteen, she and I to gether one Sabbath morning in the month of April were riding to meeting in Jamestown. We were all alone ex cept for the troop of black slaves strag gling In the rear, blurring the road cu riously with their black faces. It sel dom happened that we rode in such wise, for Mistress Catherine Caven dish, the elder sister of Mistress Mary, and Madam Cavendish, her grand mother, usually rode with us Madani Judith Cavendish, though more than seventy, sitting a horse as well as her granddaughters and looking, when viewed from the back, as young as they and being in that respect as. well as others a wonder to the countryside. But it happened today that Madam Cavendish had a touch of the rheumat ics, that being an ailment to which the swampy estate of the country rendered those of advanced years somewhat lia ble, and had remained at home on her plantation of Drake Hill. Catherine, who was a most devoted granddaugh ter, had remained with her, although I suspected with some hesitation at al lowing her young sister to go alone, ex cept for me, the slaves being accounted no more company than our shadows. Mistress Catherine Cavendish had looked at me after a fashion which I was at no loss to understand when I bad stood aside to allow Mistress Mary to precede me jn passing the door, but she had no cause for the look nor for the apprehension which gave rise to it. j By reason of bearing always my bur den upon my own back I was even more mindful of It than others were who had only the sight of it, whereas I had the sore weight and the evil as pect i: my inmost soul. But it was to be borne easily enough by virtue of that natural resolution of a man which can make but a featherweight of the sorest ills if it be but put in the balance against them. I was tutor to Mistress Mary Cavendish, and I had sailed from England to Virginia under circum stances of disgrace being, indeed, a con vict-s . ., I knew exceedingly well what was my befitting deportment when I set out that Sabbath morning with Mis tress Mary Cavendish, and not only upon that Sabbath morning, but at all other times. Still I can well under stand that my appearance may have belied me, .since when I looked In a glass I would often wonder at the sight of my own face, which seemed younger than my years and Avas strangely free from any recording lines of experiences which might have been esteemed bitter by any one who had not the pride of bearing them. When my black eyes, which had a bold daring in them, looked forth at me from the glass and my lips smiled with a gay confidence at me, I could not but surmise that my whole face was as a mask worn unwittingly over a grave spirit. I rode a pace behind Mary Caven- dish and never glanced her way, not ! . . . , . , Tiffn!njr to tin so in rrnr tr pp iitr for needing to do so in order to see her, for I seemed to see her with a superior j sort of vision, compounded partly of memory and partly of imagination. Of the latter I had, not to boast, though it may perchance be naught to boast of, being simply a kind of higher folly, a somewhat large allowance from my childhood. But that was not to be won dered at, whether it were to my credit or otherwise, since it was inherited from ancestors of much nobler fame and worthier parts than I, one of whom, though not in the direct line, the great Edward Maria Wingfield, the president of the first council of the Dominion of Virginia having written a book which was held to be notable. This imagination for the setting forth and adorning of all common things and Mary Cavendish &.nd Merry Roger happenings and my woman's name of Maria, my whole name being Harry Maria Wingfield, through my ancestor having been a favorite of a great queen and so called for her honor, were all my inheritance at that date, all the estates belonging to the family having become the property of my younger brother John. But when I speak of my possessing an imagination which could gild all the common things of life I meant not to include Mistress Mary Cavendish therein, for she needed, not such gild ing, being one of the most uncommon things in the earth, as uncommon as a great diamond which is rumored to have been seen by travelers in far India. My imagination when directed i lowaru tier was exercised only with f the comparing and combining of va rious and especial beauties of differ ent times and circumstances, when she was attired this way or 'that way, or s grave or gay, or sweetly heipless and clinging or full of daring. When, riding near her, I did not look at her. she seemed all of these in one, and I w-as conscious of such a great dazzle forcing my averted eyes that I seem ed to be riding behind a star. That morning Mistress Mary glowed and glittered and flamed in gorgeous apparel until she seemed to fairly overreach all the innocent young flow ery beauties of the spring with one ticb trill of color, like a blU note ofV MARLY E. WILKINS DOUBLEDAY. PAGE . CO. ' '-'-'y' "-.v;--"' - -"...'ivV' A-V-f ' Dird anove a wide e'jorua of others. Mistress Mary that morning wore a tabby petticoat of a crimson color, and a crimson satin bodice shining over her arms and shoulders like the plum age of a bird, and down her back streamed her curls, shining like gold under her gauze love hood. Mistress Mary wore a mask of black velvet to screen her face from the sun, and only her sweet forehead and her great blue eyes and the rose leaf tip of her chin showed. The road was miry in places, and then I would fall behind her farther still that the water and red mud splashing from beneath my horse's hoofs might not reach her. Then, final ly, after I had done thus some few times, she reined in her Merry Roger and looked over her shoulder with a flash of her blue eyes which compelled mine. "Why do you ride so far away, Master Wingfield?" said she. I lifted my hat and bent so low in my saddle that tbe feather on it grazed the red mud. "Because I fear to splash your fine tabby petticoat, madam," I answered. "I care not for my fine petticoat," said she in a petulant way, like that of a spoiled child who is forbidden sweets and the moon and questions love in consequence, yet still there was some little fear and hesitation in her tone. Mistress Mary was a most docile pupil, seeming to have great respect for my years and my learning, and was as gentle under my hand as was her Mer ry Roger under hers, and yet with the same sort of gentleness, which is as the pupil and not as the master de cides and lets the pull of the other will be felt. I answered not, yet kept at my dis- tance, but at the next iniry place she held in Merry Roger until I was forced to come up, and then she spoke again, and as she spoke a mockbird was sing ing somewhere over on the bank of the river. . ..... "Did you ever hear a sweeter bird's song than that, Master Wingfield?" said she, and I answered that it was very sweet, as indeed it was. "What do you think the bird is mock ing, Master Wingfield?" she said, and then I auswered like a fool, for the man who meets sweetness with his own bitterness and keeps it not locked in his own soul is a fool. "I hope not," said I, "but he may be mocking the hope of the spring and he may be mocking the hope in the heart of man. The song seems too sweet for a mock of any bird which has no thought beyond this year's nest." Mistress Mary's blue eyes, as help less of comprehension as a flower, look ed in mine. "But there will be another spring, Master Wingfield," she said somewhat timidly, and then she added, and I i knew that she was blushing under her mask at her own tenderness, "and sometimes the hopes of the heart come true." She rode on with her head bent as one who considers deeply, but I, know- in(r liny troll L-rnsur ihit 1 1 n n ,-v-wl , , ' ,. , 0 , , , would soon pass, as it did. Suddenly ! r ' she tossed her head and flung out her ; curls to the breeze and swung Merry Roger's bridle rein and was away at a gallop, and I after her, measuring the ; ground with wide paces on my tall : thoroughbred. In this fashion we soon left the plodding blacks so far behind I that they became a part of the distance shadows. . j Then all at once Mistress Mary swerved off from the main road and I w-as riding down the track leading to the plantation wharf, whence all the tobacco was shipped for England and all the merchandise imported for house hold use unladen. There the way was very wet, and the mire was splashed high up on Mistress Mary's fine tabby Bkirt, but she rode on at a reckless pace, and I also, much at a loss to know what had come to her, yet not venturing, or rather, perhaps, deigning, to inquire. And then I saw what she had doubtless seen before, the mast of a ship rising straightly among the trees. When I saw the mast I knew that the ship belonging to Madam Caven dish, which was called the Golden Horn and had upon the bow the like ness of a gilt horn, running over with fruit and flowers, bad arrived. It was by this ship that Iadam Cavendish sent the tobacco raised upon the plan tation of Drake Hill to England. But even then I knew not what had so stirred Mistress Mary that she had ; 1 1 - i a j uvr s,ouer cauru roau ua the Sabbath day, and judged that it must be the desire to see the Golden Horn, fresh from her voyage; nor did I dream what she proposed doing. As we came up to the ship lying in her dock we saw sailors on deck group ed around a cask of that same wine which they had taken the freedom to broach in order to celebrate their safe arrival in port, though it was none of theirs. The sight aroused my anger, but Mary Cavendish did not seem to see any occasion for wrath. She sat her prancing horse, her head up and her curls streaming like a flag of gold, and there was a blue flash in her eyes of which I knew the meaning. The blood of her creat ancestor, the sea king, Thomas Cavendish, who w-as sec ond only to Sir Francis Drake, was astir within her. She sat there with the salt sea wind In her nostrils and her liair flung upon it like a pennant of victory and looked at the ship wet with the ocean surges, the sails stiff with the rime of salt and the group of English sailors on the deck, and those old ancestral instincts which constitute the memory of the blood awoke. Then as suddenly that mood left her as she sat there, the sailors having ris en and standing staring with shame faced respect and covertly wiping, with the hairy backs of hauds, their mouths red wi d winje. " Bjat theaptain. one Calvin Tabor, stood before 'them "with more assurance, as if he had some war rant for allowing such license among his men. He himself seemed not to have been drinking. Mistress Mary re garded them, holding in Merry Roger with her firm little hand, with the calm grace of a queen, although she was so young, and all the wild fire was gone from her blue eyes. The sailors had ceased their song and Btood with heavy eyes sheepishly avert- Captain Ccvlvin Tabor ed in their honest red English faces, but Oaptain Calvin Tabor spoke, bow ing low, yet, as I said before, with as sured eyes. "I have tbe honor to salute you, mis tress." He spoke with a grace some what beyond his calling. He was a young man, as fair as a Dutchman and a giant in stature. He bore himself also curiously for one of his calling, bowing as steadily as a cavalier, with no trembling of the knees when be re covered and carrying his right arm as if it would grasp sword rather than cutlass if the need arose. "God be praised! I see that you have brought the Golden Horn safely to port,"' said Mistress Mary, with a stately sweetness that covered to me, who knew her voice and its every note so well, an exultant ring. "Yes, praised be God, Mistress Caven dish," answered Captain Tabor, "and with fine winds to swell the sails and no pirates." "And is my new scarlet cloak safe?" cried Mistress Mary, "and my tabby petticoats, and my blue brocade bodice, and my stockings, and my satin shoes and laces V" I wondered somewhat at the length of the list, as not only Mistress Mary's wardrobe, but those of her grandmoth er and sister and many of the house hold supplies had to be purchased with ! the proceeds of the tobacco, and that brought lint scanty returns owing to the navigation act, and scrupled not to say so, being secure in the new world, where disloyalty against kings could flourish without so much danger of the daring tongue being silenced at Ty burn. It had been a hard task for many planters to purchase the necessaries of life with the profits of their tobacco crop, since the trade with the Nether lands was prohibited by his most gra cious majesty, King Charles II., for the supply, being limited to the English market, had so exceeded the demand that it brought but a beggarly price per pound. Therefore I wondered, knowing that many of those articles Or Women S attire mentioned by Mistress Mary were of great value and brought great sums in London, and knowing, too. that the maid, though innocently fond of such things, to which she had, more over, the natural right of youth and beauty such as hers, which should have all the silks and jewels of earth, and no questioning, for its adorning, was not. given to selfish appropriation for her own needs, but rather consider ed those of others first. However, Mistress Mary had some property in her own right, she being the daughter of a second wife who had died possessed of a small plantation called Laurel Creek, which was a mile distant from Drake Hill, farther in land, having no ship dock. and employ ing this. Mistress Mary might have sent some of her own tobacco crop to England wherewith to purchase finery for herself. Still I wondered, and I wondered still more when Mistress Mary, albeit the Lord's day and the penalty for such labor being even for them of high degree not light, should propose as she did that the goods be then and there unladen. Then I ventured to address her, riding close to her side, that the captain and the sailors should not hear and think that I held her in slight respect and treated her like a child, since I presumed to call her to account for nught she chose to do. "Madam." said I as low as might le. "do you remember the day?" "And wherefore should I not?" asked she, with a toss of her gold locks and a pout of her red lips which was child ishness and willfulness itself; but there went along with it a glance of her eyes which puzzled me, for suddenly a sterner and older spirit of resolve seem ed to look out of them Into mine. "Think you I a.m in my dotage, Master Wingfield, that I remember not the day?" she said. "And think you that I am going deaf that I hear not the church bells?" "If we miss the service for tbe un lading of the goods, and it be discover ed, it may go amiss with us," said I. "Are you then afraid. Master Wing field? ' asked she, with a glance of scorn and a blush of shame at her own words, for she knew that they were false. I felt the blood rush to my "face, and I reined back my horse and said no more. "I pray you have the goods that you know of unladen at once, Captain Ta bor," said she, and she made a motion that would have been a stamp had she stood. Calvin Tabor laughed and cast a glance of merry malice at me and bow ed low as he replied: "The goods shall be unladen within the hour mistress," said he, "and if you and the gentleman would rather not tarry to see them for fear of dis covery "We shall remain," said Mistress Mary. "I pray you order the goods un laden at once, Captain Tabor." Then the captain laughed again in his dare devil fashion as he turned to the sailors and shouted out the order, and straight way the sailors so swarmed hither and thither upon the deck that they seem ed five times as many as before, and then we heard the hatches flung back with claps like guns. We sat there and waited, and the bell over In Jamestown rang and the long notes died away with sweet echoes as if from distant heights. . I waited and listened while the sail ors unloaded the goods with many a shout and repeated loud commands from the captain,; and Mistress Mary kept her eyes turned away from my face and watched persistently tbe un lading and had seemingly no more thought of me than of one of the swamp trees for some time. Then all at once she turned toward me, though still her eyes evaded mine. "Why do you not go to church, Mas ter Wingfield?" she said in a sweet, sharp voice. "I go when you go, madam," said I. "You have no need to wait for me," said she. "I prefer that you should not wait for me." I made no reply, but reined in my horse, which was somewhat restive, with his head in a cloud of early flies. "Do you not hear me. Master Wing field?" said she. "Why do you not proceed to church and leave me to follow when I am ready?" She had never spoken to me in such manner before, and she dared not look at me as she spoke. "I go when you go, madam," said I again. Then suddenly, with an impulse half of mischief and half of anger, she lashed out with her riding whip at my restive horse, and he sprang, and I had much ado to keep him from bolt- mg. He danced to an tne trees and 6he ..You are a gentleman in spite bushes, and she had to pull Merry j you are a geutleman, you cannot be Roger sharply to one side, but finally t. me to mv nurt anti TOU cannot I got the mastery of him and rode close to her again. "Madam," said I, "I forbid you, to do that again," and as I spoke I saw her little fingers twitch on her whip, but she dared not raise it. She laughed as a child will who knows she is at fault and is scared by her consciousness of guilt and would conceal it by a brava do of merriment. Then she said in the sweetest, wheedling tone that I had ever heard from her, and I had known her from childhood: "But, Master Wingfield, 'tis broad daylight and there are no Indians here- Harry's horae resents Mary's lash abouts. and if there were, here are all these English sailors and Captain Ta bor. Why need you stay? Indeed, I shall be quite safe and hear, that must be the last stroke of the bell." But I was not to be moved by whee dling. I repeated again that I should remain where she was. Then she, grown suddenly stern again, withdrew a little from me, but sat still, watching the unlading with a gravity which gave me a vague uneasiness. I began to have a feeling that here was more than appeared on the surface, and my I cnsniHnna cww n T wntrhiid th sail ors lift those boxes which were sup posed to contain Mistress Mary's finery. In the first place, there were enough of them to contain the ward robe of a lady in waiting; in the second place, they were of curious shape for j such purposes; in tbe third place, 'twas all those lusty English sailors could do to lift them. "They be the heaviest furbelows that ever maiden wore," I thought as watched them strain at the cases, both hauling and pulling, with many men to the ends to get them through the hatch, then ease them to the deck, with regard to the nipfing of fingers. I noted, too, an order given somewhat privately by Captain Tabor to put out tne pipes, ana noted tnat not one man but had stowed his away. There was a bridle path leading through the . woods to Laurel Creek, and by that way, to my consternation, Mistress Mary ordered the sailors to carry the cases. 'Twas two miles in land, and I marveled much to hear her, for even should nearly all the crew go, the load would be a grievous one, it seemed to me. But to my mind Captain Calvin Tabor behaved as if the order was one which he expected Neither did the sailors grumble, but straightway loaded themselves with the cases raised upon a species of hurdles which must have been provided for the purpose and proceeded down tbe bridle path, singing to keep up their hearts another song even more at odds with the day than the first. The captain marched at the head of the sailors, and Mistress Mary and I fol lowed slowly through the narrow aisle of green. I rode ahead, and often pulled my horse to one side, pressing his body hard against the trees that I , might hold back a branch which would have caught her headgear. All the way we never spoke.' When we reached Laurel Creek, Mistress Mary drew the key from her pocket, which showed to me that the visit had been planned should the ship have arrived. She unlocked the door, and the sailors, no longer singing, for they were well nigh spent by the journey under the heavy burdens, de posited the cases in the great room. Laurel Creek had belonged to Mistress Mary's maternal grandfather, Colonel Edmond Lane, and had not been in habited this many a year, not since Mary was a baby in arms. The old furniture still stood in the accustomed places, looking desolate with that peculiar desolateness of life less things which have been associated with man. The house at Laurel Creek was a fine mansion, finer than Drake Hill, and the hall made me think of England. Great oak chests stood against the walls, hung with rusting swordsand armor and empty powder horns. A carved seat was beside the cold hearth, and in a corner was a tall spinning wheel, and the carved stair led in a spiral ascent of mystery to the shadows above. When the cases were all deposited In the great room Mistress Mary held a short conference apart with Captain Calvin Tabor, and I saw some gold pass from her hand to his. Then she thanked him and the sailors for their trouble very prettily in that way she had which would have made every one as willing to die for her as to car ry heavy weights. Then we all filed out from the house and Mistress Mary locked the door and bade goodby to Captain Tabor; then he and his men took aaraJn tba bridle Dath back to XL , ship, and she and I proceeded church ward on the highway. When we were once alone together I spurred my horse up to hers and caught her bridle and rode alongside and poke to her as if all the past were naught, and I with the right to which I had been born. It had come to that pass with me in those days that all the pride I had left was that of humility, but even that I was ready to give up for her if necessary. "Toll me, madam." said I, "what was in those cases?" "Have I not told you? sho said, and I knew that she whitened under her mask. "There is more than woman's finery in those cases, which weigh like lead, said I. "What do they contain?" Mistress Mary had. after alL little of the feminine power of subterfuge in uer. ii sue trieti it it was, as iu iujs case, too transparent. Straight to the point she went with perfect frankness of daring and rebellion as a boy might. "It requires not much wit, methinks. Master Wingfield, to see that," said she. Then she laughed. "Ixrd, how the poor sailor men toiled to lift my cauzes and feathers and ribbons!" said j sue. Then her blue eyes looked at me through her mask with indescribable daring and defiance. "Weil, and what will you do?" said command me like a child, for I am a child no longer, and I will not tell you what those cases contain." "You shall tell me," said I. , "Make me if you can," said she. "Tell me what those cases contain," said I. Then she collapsed all at once, as only the citadel of a woman's will can do through some inner weakness. "Guns and powder and shot and par tisans," said she. Then she added, like one who would fain readjust herself upon the heights of her own resolution by a good excuse for having fallen: "Fie. why should I not have told you, Master Wingfield? You cannot betray me, for you are a gentleman, and I am not a child." "Why have you had guns and ammu nition brought from England?" I askecL But iu the shock of the discovery I had loosened my grasp of her bridle and she was off, and in a minute we wer in Jamestown and could not disturb the Sabbath quiet by talk or ride too fast. We were a good hour and a half late, but there was to my mind enough of preaching yet for my soul's good, for I thought not much of Parson Downs nor his sermons. But I dreaded for Mistress Mary that which might come from her tardiness and her Sabbath breaking, if that were discovered. I dismounted and assisted Mistress Mary to the horse block, and off came her black velvet mask, and she clapped a pretty hand to her hair and shook her skirts and wiped off a mud splash. Then up the aisle she went, and I after her, and all the people staring. I can see that church as well today as If I wrre this moment there. Heavily sweet with honey and almond scent It was, as well as sweet herbs and musk wnicn tne laaies naa on tneir nnnaKer chiefs, for it was like a bower with flowers. Great pink boughs arched overhead, and the altar was as white as snow with blossoms. Up the aisle she flashed, and none but Mary Caven dish could have made that little jour ney under the eyes of the governor in his pew and the governor's lady and all the burgesses and the churchward en half starting up as if to exercise his authority and the parson swelling with a vast expanse of sable robes over tbe book, with no abashedness and yet no boldness nor unmaidenly forwardness. There was an Innocent gayety on her face like a child's and an entire confi dence in good will and loving charity for her tardiness which disarmed all. She looked out from that gauze love hood of hers as she came up the aisle, Mary and Harry Wingfield walking up the aisle and the governor, who had a harsh face enough ordinarily, beamed mildly indulgent His lady eyed her with a sort of pleasant and reminiscent won der, though she was a haughty dame. The churchwarden settled back, and as for Parson Downs, his great, red face curved in a smile and his eyes twinkled under their heavy overhang of florid brow, and then he declaimed in a hoarser and louder shout than ever to cover the fact of his wander ing attention. And young Sir Hum phrey Hyde, sitting between his moth er, Lady Betty, and his sister, Cicely, turned as pale as death when he saw her enter, and kept so, with frequent covert glances at her from time to time, and I saw him and knew that he knew about Mistress Mary's furbelow- boxes. CHAPTER IL KNOW not how it may be with other men, but of one branch of knowledge, which pertains directly to the hu man heart, and, when it be what its name indicates, to its eternal life, I gained no insight whatever from my books and my lessons, nor from my observance of its workings in those around me, and that was the passion of love. Of that I truly could learn naught except by turning my reflec tions toward my own heart. I had loved Mary Cavendish like a father and like a lover, like a friend and a brother, like a slave and like a master, and it had been thus with me near sixteen years, since I was four teen and she was a little maid of two. and I lived neighbor to her in Suffolk- shire. At fourteen I was as ungainly a lad. with as helpless a sprawl of legs and arms and as staring and shamefaced surprise at bit suddenly realized SAVED BABY LYON'S LIFt Untoia suffering and Constant Misery Awful Sight From that Dreadful Complaint, Infantile Ec zema Commenced at Top of his Head and Covered Entire Body. MOTHER PRAISES CUTICURA REMEDIES Our baby had that dreadful plaint, Infantile Lciema, which at him for several months, commentwi at the top of I 's head, and at last cjyrering his whole body. 1. suffering were untold and constant misery jjln fact, there was rothing we wouloyftot have done to have given him Vyief. The family doctor seemed toZoe wholly incapable of coping with fie case, and after various experimentfftf his, which resulted in no benefit tfthe child, wa sent to Mazon, 111., to a Vuggist and got a full set of the CuticujC Remedies and applied as per direct ifh, and he began to improve immediafly, and in about three or four dayjrAogan to show a brighter spirit ancreally laughed, for t he first time in a yf kx. In about ninety days he was fullrecovered, with the exception of a ugh skin, which is grad (tiring, and cventuauy V a healthy one. will b "P le Cuticura Remedies has alw our greatest pleasure. and there too good that we conld say fcheir favor, for they cer tainly saved our baby s life, for ho was the most awful sight that I ever beheld, firior to the treatment of the Cuticura iemedies. 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And I remember that I bore myself with a wary outlook for affronts to my newly fledging dignity and con cealed all that was stirring In me to new life, whether of nobility or natural emotion, as if it were a dire shame, and whenever I had it in my heart to be tender was so brusque that I seem ed to have been provided by nature with an armor of roughness like a hedgehog. But perhaps I had some small excuse for this, though, after all, ils a question in my mind as to what excuse there may be for any man out side the motives of his own deeds, and I care not to dwell unduly, even to my own consideration, upon those disad vantages of life which may come to a man without his cognizance and are to be borne like any fortune of war. But I bad a mother who had small affection for me, and that was not ao unnatural nor so much to her discredit aa it may sound, since she, poor thing, had been forced into a marriage with my father when she waa long in lova with her cousin. 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