And the two sisters, elder and younger, kissed | going for arithmetic, Aunt Hilary. Do reckon one another, cried a little, and then sat down to consider what was to be done. it all up?" She did so; and the sum total made Ascott open his eyes wide. Ascott must be told how things were with them. Hitherto they had not troubled him "Upon my soul I had no idea it was so much with their affairs: indeed, he was so lit- much. I'm very sorry, but I seem fairly cleaned tle at home. And, after some private consulta-out this quarter-only a few sovereigns left to tion, both Johanna and Hilary decided that it keep the mill going. You shall have them, or was wisest to let the lad come and go as he liked; half of them, and I'll owe you the rest. Here!" not attempting-as he once indignantly expressed it "to tie him to their apron-strings.' For instinctively these maiden ladies felt that with men, and, above all, young men, the only way to bind the wandering heart was to leave it free, except by trying their utmost that home should be always a pleasant home. It was touching to see their efforts, when Ascott came in of evenings, to enliven for his sake the dull parlor at No. 15. How Johanna put away her mending, and Selina ceased to grumble, and Hilary began her lively chat, that never failed to brighten and amuse the household. Her nephew even sometimes acknowledged that wherever he went, he met nobody so "clever" ás Aunt Hilary. So, presuming upon her influence with him, on this night, after the rest were gone to bed, she-being always the boldest to do any unpleasant thing-said to him, "Ascott, how are your business affairs progressing? When do you think you will be able to get into practice?" "Oh, presently. There's no hurry." "I am not so sure of that. Do you know, my dear boy"—and she opened her purse, which contained a few shillings-"this is all the money we have in the world." "Nonsense," said Ascott, laughing. "I beg your pardon," he added, seeing it was with her no laughing matter; "but I am so accustomed to be hard up that I don't seem to care. It always comes right somehow-at least with me." "How?" "Oh, I don't exactly know; but it does. Don't fret, Aunt Hilary. I'll lend you a pound or two." He emptied on the table, without counting, four or five pounds. Hilary took two, asking him gravely "If he was sure he could spare so much? She did not wish to inconvenience him." "Oh, not at all; and I wouldn't mind if it did; you have been good aunts to me." He kissed her, with a sudden fit of compunction, and bade her good-night, looking as if he did not care to be "bothered" any more. Hilary retired, more sad, more hopeless about him than if he had slammed the door in her face, or scolded her like a trooper. Had he met her seriousness in the same spirit, even though it had been a sullen or angry spirit-and little as she said he must have felt-she wished him to feel that his aunts were displeased with him'; but that utterly unimpressible light-heartedness of his-there was no doing any thing with it. There was, so to speak, "no catching hold" of Ascott. He meant no harm. She repeated over and over again that the lad meant no harm. He had no evil ways; was always pleasant, goodnatured, and affectionate, in his own careless fashion; but was no more to be relied on than a straw that every wind blows hither and thither; or, to use à common simile, a butterfly that never sees any thing farther than the nearest flower. His was, in short, the pleasure-loving temperament, not positively sinful or sensual, but still holding pleasure as the greatest good; and regarding what deeper natures call "duty," and find therein their strong-hold and consolation, as a mere bugbear, or a sentimental theory, or an impossible folly. Poor lad! and he had the world to fight with; how would it use him? Even if no heavy sorrows for himself or others smote him, his handsome face would have to grow old, his strong She drew back. These poor, proud, fond wo-frame to meet sickness-death. How would he men, who, if their boy, instead of a fine gentle- do it? man, had been a helpless invalid, would have curs. tended him, worked for him, nay, begged for him-cheerfully, oh, how cheerfully! wanting nothing in the whole world but his love-they could not ask him for his money. Even now, offered thus, Hilary felt as if to take it would be intolerable. Still the thing must be done. "I wish, Ascott"-and she nerved herself to say what somebody ought to say to him-"I wish you would not lend but pay us the pound a week you said you could so easily spare.' "To be sure I will. What a thoughtless fellow I have been! But-but-I fancied you would have asked me if you wanted it. Never mind, you'll get it all in a lump. Let me see-how much will it come to? You are the best head That is the thought which always reWhat is the end of such men as these? Alas! the answer would come from hospital wards, alms-houses and work-houses, debtors' prisons and lunatic asylums. To apprehensions like this-except the last, happily it was as yet too far off-Hilary had been slowly and sadly arriving about Ascott for weeks past; and her conversation with him tonight seemed to make them darken down upon her with added gloom. As she went up stairs she set her lips together hard. "I see there is nobody to do any thing except me. But I must not tell Johanna." She lay long awake, planning every conceivable scheme for saving money; till at length, her wits sharpened by the desperation of the circumstances, there flashed upon her an idea that came out of a talk she had had with Elizabeth that "May I tell you why I came to day? Bemorning. True, it was a perfectly new and un- cause I want advice and help, and I think you tried chance and a mere chance; still it was can give it, from something I heard about you right to overlook nothing. She would not have yesterday.' ventured to tell Selina of it for the world, and even to Johanna, she only said-finding her as wakeful as herself-said it in a careless manner, as if it had relation to nothing, and she expected nothing from it— "I think, as I have nothing else to do, I will go and see Miss Balquidder to-morrow morning." CHAPTER XIII. MISS BALQUIDDER's house was a handsome one, handsomely furnished, and a neat little maid-servant showed Hilary at once into the dining-parlor, where the mistress sat before a business-like writing-table, covered with letters, papers, etc., all arranged with that careful order in disorder which indicates, even in the smallest things, the possession of an accurate, methodical mind, than which there are few greater possessions, either to its owner or to the world at large. Miss Balquidder was not a personable woman; she had never been so even in youth; and age had told its tale upon those large, strong features-"thoroughly Scotch features," they would have been called by those who think all Scotchwomen are necessarily big, raw-boned, and ugly; and have never seen that wonderfully noble beauty-not prettiness, but actual beauty in its highest physical as well as spiritual developmentwhich is not seldom found across the Tweed. But while there was nothing lovely, there was nothing unpleasant or uncomely in Miss Balquidder. Her large figure, in its plain black silk dress; her neat white cap, from under which peeped the little round curls of flaxen hair, neither gray nor snowy, but real "lint-white locks" still; and her good-humored, motherly lookmotherly rather than old-maidish-gave an im. pression which may be best described by the word "comfortable." She was a "comfortable" woman. She had that quality-too rare, alas! in all people, and rarest in women going solitary down the hill of life—of being able, out of the deep content of her own nature, to make other people the same. "Indeed! From whom?" "In rather a roundabout way; from Mrs. Jones, who told our maid-servant." "The same girl I met on the staircase at your house? I beg your pardon, but I know where you live, Miss Leaf; your landlady happens to be an acquaintance of mine." "So she said; and she told our Elizabeth that you were a rich and benevolent woman, who took a great interest in helping other women; not in money"-blushing scarlet at the idea"I don't mean that, but in procuring them work, I want work-oh! so terribly. If you only knew-" "Sit down, my dear;" for Hilary was trem bling much, her voice breaking, and her eyes filling, in spite of all her self-command. Miss Balquidder-who seemed accustomed to wait upon herself-went out of the room, and returned with cake and glasses; then she took the wine from the side-board, poured some out for herself and Hilary, and began to talk. "It is nearly my luncheon-time, and I am a great friend to regular eating and drinking. I never let any thing interfere with my own meals, or other folks' either, if I can help it. I would as soon expect that fire to keep itself up without coals, as my mind to go on working if I don't look after my body. You understand? You seem to have good health, Miss Leaf. I hope you are a prudent girl, and take care of it." "I think I do;" and Hilary smiled. "At any rate my sister does for me, and also Elizabeth." "Ah, I liked the look of that girl. If fam. ilies did but know that the most useful patent of respectability they can carry about with them is their maid-servant! That is how I always judge my new acquaintances." "There's reason in it too," said Hilary, amused and drawn out of herself by the frank manner and the cordial voice-I use the adjective advisedly: none the less sweet because its good terse English had a decided Scotch accent, with here and there a Scotch word. Also there was about Miss Balquidder a certain dry humor essentially Scotch-neither Irish "wit" nor En Hilary was cheered in spite of herself; it al-glish "fun," but Scotch humor; a little ponderways conveys hope to the young, when in sore ous perhaps, yet sparkling; like the sparkles from trouble, if they see the old looking happy. a large lump of coal, red-warm at the heart, and "Welcome, my dear! I was afraid you had capable of warming a whole household. forgotten your promise." "Oh no," said Hilary, responding heartily to the hearty clasp of a hand large as a man's, but soft as a woman's. "Why did you not come sooner ?" More than one possible excuse flashed through Hilary's mind, but she was too honest to give it. She gave none at all. Nor did she like to leave the impression that this was merely a visit, when she knew she had only come from secondary and personal motives. As many a time it had warmed the little household at Stowbury-for Robert Lyon had it in perfection. Like a waft as from old times, it made Hilary at once feel at home with Miss Balquidder. Equally, Miss Balquidder might have seen something in this girl's patient, heroic, forlorn youth which reminded her of her own. Unreasoning as these sudden attractions appear, there is often a hidden something beneath which in reality makes them both natural and proba ble, as was the case here. In half an hour these two women were sitting talking like old friends; and Hilary had explained her present position, needs, and desires. They ended in the one cry -familiar to how many thousands more of helpless young women!-"I want work!" Miss Balquidder listened thoughtfully. Not that it was a new story-alas! she heard it every day; but there was something new in the telling of it; such extreme directness and simplicity, such utter want of either false pride or false shame. No asking of favors, and yet no shrinking from well-meant kindness; the poor woman speaking freely to the rich one, recognizing the common womanhood of both, and never supposing for an instant that mere money or position could make any difference between them. The story ended, both turned, as was the character of both, to the practical application of itwhat it was exactly that Hilary needed, and what Miss Balquidder could supply. The latter said, after a turn or two up and down the room, with her hands behind her-the only masculine trick she had takes long to conquer entirely the class prejudices of years, nay, more, of generations. In spite of her will Hilary felt herself wince, and the color rush all over her face, at Miss Balquidder's question. "Take time to answer, and speak out, my dear. Don't be afraid. You'll not offend me." The kindly cheerful tone made Hilary recover her balance immediately. "I never thought of it before; the possibility of such a thing did not occur to me; but I hope I should not be ashamed of any honest work for which I was competent. Only to serve in a shop-to wait upon strangers-I am so horribly shy of strangers." And again the sensitive color rushed in a perfect tide over cheeks and forehead. Miss Balquidder looked, half amused, compassionately at her. "No, my dear, you would not make a good shop-woman, at least there are many who are better fitted for it than you; and it is my maxim that people should try to find out, and to do, only that which they are best fitted for. If they "My dear, before going further, I ought to did we might not have so many cases of proud tell you one thing-I am not a lady." Hilary looked at her in no little bewilder ment. "That is," explained Miss Balquidder, laughing, "not an educated gentlewoman like you. I made my money myself-in trade. I kept an outfitter's shop." "You must have kept it uncommonly well," was the involuntary reply, which, in its extreme honesty and naïveté, was perhaps the best thing that Hilary could have said. "Well, perhaps I did,” and Miss Balquidder laughed her hearty laugh, betraying one of her few weaknesses-a consciousness of her own capabilities as a woman of business, and a pleasure at her own deserved success. "Therefore, you see, I can not help you as a governess. Perhaps I would not if I could, for, so far as I see, a good clearance of one half the governesses into honest trades would be for their own benefit, and greatly to the benefit of the other half. But that's not my affair. I only meddle with things I understand. Miss Leaf, would you be ashamed of keeping a shop?" It is no reflection upon Hilary to confess that this point-blank question startled her. Her bringing up had been strictly among the professional class; and in the provinces sharper than even in London is drawn the line between the richest tradesman who "keeps a shop," and the poorest lawyer, doctor, or clergyman who ever starved in decent gentility. It had been often a struggle for Hilary Leaf's girlish pride to have to teach A B C to little boys and girls whose parents stood behind counters; but as she grew older she grew wiser, and intercourse with Robert Lyon had taught her much. She never forgot one day, when Selina asked him something about his grandfather or great-grandfather, and he answered quickly, smiling, “Well, I suppose I had one, but I really never heard." Nevertheless it despair and ambitious failure in the world. It looks very grand and interesting sometimes to try and do what you can't do, and then tear your hair, and think the world has ill-used you-very grand, but very silly; when all the while, perhaps, there is something else you can do thoroughly well; and the world will be exceedingly obliged to you for doing it, and not doing the other thing. As doubtless the world was to me, when, instead of being a mediocre musician, as I once wished to be-it's true, my dear-I took to keeping one of the best ladies' outfitting warehouses in London." While she talked her companion had quite recovered herself, and Miss Balquidder then went on to explain, what I will tell more briefly, if less graphically, than the good Scotchwoman, who, like all who have had a hard struggle in their youth, liked a little to dilate upon it in easy old age. Hard as it was, however, it had ended early, for at fifty she found herself a woman of independent property, without kith or kin, still active, energetic, and capable of enjoying life. She applied her mind to find out what she could best do with herself and her money. "I might have bought a landed estate to be inherited by-nobody; or a house in Belgravia, and an opera-box, to be shared by-nobody. We all have our pet luxuries; none of these were exactly mine." "No," assented Hilary, somewhat abstractedly. She was thinking-if she could make a fortune, and-and give it away!-if, by any means, any honorable, upright heart could be made to understand that it did not signify, in reality, which side the money came from; that it sometimes showed deeper, the very deepest attachment, when a proud, poor man had selfrespect and courage enough to say to a woman, "I love you, and I will marry you; I am not such a coward as to be afraid of your do it," she added. "I think, with a little pracgold." tice, I really could keep a shop." was young. But, oh! what a ridiculous dream!-and she' sat there, the penniless Hilary Leaf, listening to 'Miss Balquidder, the rich lady, whose life seemed so easy. For the moment, perhaps, her own appeared hard. But she had hope, and she She knew nothing of the years and years that had had to be lived through before those kind eyes looked as clear and cloudless as now; before the voice had gained the sweet evenness of tone which she liked to listen to, and felt that it made her quiet and "good," almost like Johanna's. "You see, my dear," said Miss Balquidder, "when one has no duties, one must just make them; when we have nobody to care for us, we must take to caring for every body. I suppose" -here a slight pause indicated that this life, like all women's lives, had had its tale, now long, long told-"I suppose I was not meant to be a wife; but I am quite certain I was meant to be a mother. And"—with her peculiar, bright, humorous look -"you'd be astonished, Miss Leaf, if you knew what lots of 'children' I have in all parts of the world." "At all events, perhaps you could do what I find more difficult to get done, and well done, for it requires a far higher class of women than generally apply: you could keep the accounts of a shop; you should be the head, and it would be easy to find the hands. Let me see; there is a young lady, she has managed my stationer's business at Kensington these two years, and now she is going to be married. Are you good at figures; do you understand book-keeping?" And suddenly changing into the woman of business, and one who was evidently quite accustomed both to arrange and command, Miss Balquidder put Hilary through a sort of extempore arithmetical catechism, from which she came off with flying colors. "I only wish there were more like you. I wish there were more young ladies brought up like-" "Like boys!" said Hilary, laughing, "for I always used to say that was my case.' "No, I never desire to see young women made into men." And Miss Balquidder seemed a little scandalized. "But I do wish girls were Miss Balquidder then went on to explain, that taught fewer accomplishments, and more readfinding, from her own experience, how great was ing, writing, and arithmetic; were made as acthe number, and how sore the trial, of young curate, orderly, and able to help themselves as women who nowadays are obliged to work-boys are. But to business. Will you take the obliged to forget that there is such a thing as the management of my stationer's shop?" blessed privilege of being worked for-she had set herself, in her small way, to try and help them. Her pet project was to induce educated women to quit the genteel starvation of governesships for some good trade, thereby bringing higher intelligence into a class which needed, not the elevation of the work itself, which was comparatively easy and refined, but of the workers. Hilary's breath came hard and fast. Much as she had longed for work, to get this sort of work-to keep a stationer's shop! What would her sisters say? what would he say? But she dared not think of that just now. "How much should I be able to earn, do you think?" Miss Balquidder considered a moment, and then said, rather shortly, for it was not exactly acting on her own principles; she knew the pay was above the work. "I will give you a hun She had therefore invested sum after sum of her capital in setting up various small shops in the environs of London, in her own former line, and others—stationers, lace-shops, etc.—dred a year.” trades which could be well carried on by woInto the management of these she put as many young girls as she could find really fitted for it, or willing to learn, paying them regular salaries, large or small, according to their deserts. men. I A hundred a year! actually certain, and over and above any other income. It seemed a fortune to poor Hilary. "Will you give me a day or two to think about it and consult my sisters ?" She spoke quietly, but Miss Balquidder could see how agitated she was; how she evidently struggled with many feelings that would be best struggled with alone. The good old lady rose. "Fair work, fair pay; not one penny more or less; I never do it; it would not be honest. overlook each business myself, and it is carried on in my name. Sometimes it brings me in a little profit; sometimes not. Of course," she "Take your own time, my dear; I will keep added, smiling, "I would rather have profits the situation open for you for one week from than losses; still, I balance one against the oth-this date. And now I must send you away, for er, and it leaves me generally a small interest I have a great deal to do." for my money-two or three per cent., which is all I care about. Thus, you see, I and my young people make a fair bargain on both sides; it's no charity. I don't believe in charity." "No," said Hilary, feeling her spirit rise. She was yet young enough, yet enough unworn by the fight to feel the deliciousness of work honest work for honest pay. "I think I could They parted, quite like friends; and Hilary went out, walking quickly, feeling neither the wind nor the rain. Yet when she reached No. 15 she could not bring herself to enter, but took another turn or two round the Crescent, trying to be quite sure of her own mind before she opened the matter to her sisters. And there was one little battle to be fought which the sisters did not know. It was perhaps foolish, seeing she did not be- | if slowly waking up to a sense of her forlornness, long to him in any open way, and he had no external right over her life or her actions, that she should go back and back to the question, "What would Robert Lyon say?" He knew she earned her daily bread; sometimes this had seemed to vex and annoy him, but it must be done; and when a thing was inevitable, it was not Mr. Lyon's way to say much about it. But being a governess was an accredited and customary mode of a young lady's earning her livelihood. This was different. If he should think it too public, too unfeminine: he had such a horror of a woman's being any thing but a woman, as strong and brave as she could, but in a womanly way; doing any thing, however painful, that she was obliged to do, but never out of choice or bravado, or the excitement of stepping out of her own sphere into man's. Would Robert Lyon think less of her, Hilary, because she had to learn to take care of herself, to protect herself, and to act in so many ways for herself, contrary to the natural and right order of things? That old order-God forbid it should ever change!-which ordained that the women should be "keepers at home;" happy rulers of that happy little world, which seemed as far off as the next world from this poor Hilary. "What if he should look down upon me? What if he should return and find me different from what he expected?" And bitter tears burned in her eyes, as she walked rapidly and passionately along the deserted street. Then a revulsion came. "No; love is worth nothing that is not worth every thing, and to be trusted through every thing. If he could forget me-could love any one better than me-me myself, no matter what I was ugly or pretty, old or young, rich or poor-I would not care for his love. It would not be worth my having; I'd let it go. Robert, though it broke my heart, I'd let you go. Her eyes flashed; her poor little hand clenched itself under her shawl; and then, as a half reproach, she heard in fancy the steady loving voice which could have calmed her wildest paroxysm of passion and pain-"You must trust me, Hilary." Yes, he was a man to be trusted. No doubt very much like other men, and by no means such a hero to the world at large as this fond girl made him out to be; but Robert Lyon had, with all people, and under all circumstances, the character of reliableness. He had also-you might read it in his face-a quality equally rare, faithfulness. Not merely sincerity, but faithfulness; the power of conceiving one clear purpose, or one strong love-in unity is strengthand of not only keeping true to it at the time, but of holding fast to it with a single-minded persistency that never even takes in the idea of voluntary change, as long as persistency is right or possible. "Robert, Robert!" sobbed this forlorn girl, as and of the almost universal fickleness, not actual falseness, but fickleness, which prevails in the world and among mankind. "O Robert, be faithful! faithful to yourself-faithful to me!" |