Bessie and Her Friends

by Joanna H. Mathews

  X.

  _TWO SURPRISES._

  Some time after this Aunt Patty bought a magnificent toy menagerie, notfor a present to any of her young nieces and nephews, but to keep as anattraction to her own room when she wished for their company.

  Even Maggie could not hold out against such delightful toys, and aftersome coaxing from Bessie, and a good deal of peeping through the crackof the door at these wonderful animals, she ventured into Aunt Patty'sroom.

  The two little girls, with Franky, were there one morning while mammaand Aunt Patty sat at their work. The animals had been put through agreat number of performances, after which it was found necessary toput the menagerie in thorough order. For this purpose the wild beastswere all taken from their cages, and tied with chains of mamma'sbright-colored worsteds to the legs of the chairs and tables, whilethe cages were rubbed and dusted; after which they were to be escortedhome again. This proved a very troublesome business, for the animals,as was quite natural, preferred the fields, which were represented bythe green spots in the carpet, to the cages, where they were so closelyshut up, and did not wish to be carried back. At least, so Maggie saidwhen mamma asked the cause of all the growling and roaring which wasgoing on.

  "You see, mamma," she said, "they want to run away to their ownforests, and they tried to devour their keepers, till some very kindgiants, that's Bessie and Franky and me, came to help the keepers."

  But now Flossy, who had been lying quietly on the rug, watching hischance for a bit of mischief, thought he had better help the giants,and rushing at an elephant with which Franky was having a great dealof trouble, tossed it over with his nose, and sent it whirling againstthe side of the room, where it lay with a broken leg and trunk. Alas,for the poor elephant! It was the first one of the toys that had beenbroken, and great was the mourning over its sad condition, while Flossywas sent into the corner in disgrace. Of course, it was not possiblefor the elephant to walk home; he must ride.

  "Patty," said Franky, "do down-'tairs and det my water-tart; it's in delib'ry."

  "Franky, Franky!" said mamma, "is that the way to speak to Aunt Patty?"

  "Please," Said Franky.

  "Aunt Patty has a bone in her foot," said Mrs. Lawrence.

  Franky put his head on one side, and looking quizzically at the oldlady, said, "Oo went down-'tairs for oo bastet wis a bone in oo foot,so oo tan do for my tart wis a bone in oo foot."

  Maggie and Bessie knew that this was saucy, and expected that AuntPatty would be angry; but, to their surprise, she laughed, and wouldeven have gone for the cart if mamma had not begged her not to.

  "Franky," said mamma, as the little girls, seeing Aunt Patty was notdispleased, began to chuckle over their brother's cute speech, "youmust not ask Aunt Patty to run about for you. It is not pretty forlittle boys to do so."

  "But me want my tart to wide dis poor efelant," said Franky, coaxingly.

  Bessie said she would go for the cart, and ran away down-stairs. Shewent through the parlor, and reaching the library-door, which stoodajar, pushed it open. Aunt Bessie and Uncle Ruthven were there; andwhat did she see? Was it possible?

  "Oh!" she exclaimed.

  At this the two culprits turned, and seeing Bessie's shocked andastonished face, Uncle Ruthven laughed outright, his own hearty,ringing laugh. "Come here, princess," he said.

  But Bessie was off, the cart quite forgotten. Through the hall and upthe stairs, as fast as the little feet could patter, never pausing tillshe reached mamma's room, where she buried her face in one of the sofacushions; and there her mother found her some moments later.

  "Why, Bessie, my darling, what is it?" asked mamma. "What has happenedto you?"

  Bessie raised her flushed and troubled face, but she was not crying, asher mother had supposed, though she looked quite ready to do so.

  "Oh, mamma!" she said, as Mrs. Bradford sat down and lifted her up onher lap.

  "What has troubled you, dearest?"

  "Oh, mamma, such a shocking thing! I don't know how to tell you."

  "Have you been in any mischief, dear? If you have, do not be afraid totell your own mamma."

  "Oh! it was not me, mamma, but it was a dreadful, dreadful mischief."

  "Well, darling, if any of the others have been in mischief, of whichI should know, I do not think you will speak of it unless it isnecessary!"

  "But you ought to know it, mamma, so you can see about it; it was sovery unproper. But it was not any of us children; it was big people--itwas--it was--Uncle Yuthven and Aunt Bessie; and I'm afraid they won'ttell you themselves."

  "Well," said Mrs. Bradford, trying to keep a grave face, as sheimagined she began to see into the cause of the trouble. She need nothave tried to hide her smiles. Her little daughter buried her face onher bosom, as she whispered the, to her, shocking secret, and neveronce looked up at her mother.

  "Mamma,--he--he--_kissed_ her!--he did--and she never scolded him, nota bit."

  Still the disturbed little face was hidden, and mamma waited a momenttill she could compose her own, and steady her voice.

  "My darling," she said, "I have a pleasant secret to tell you. You lovedear Aunt Bessie very much; do you not?"

  "Yes, mamma, dearly, dearly; and, mamma, she's very much mine,--is shenot?--'cause I'm her namesake; and Uncle Yuthven ought not to do it. Hehad no yight. Mamma, don't you think papa had better ask him to go backto Africa for a little while?"

  Bessie's voice was rather angry now. Mamma had once or twice latelyseen signs of a little jealous feeling toward Uncle Ruthven. She,Bessie the younger, thought it very strange that Bessie the eldershould go out walking or driving so often with Uncle Ruthven, or thatthey should have so many long talks together. Uncle Ruthven took upquite too much of Aunt Bessie's time, according to little Bessie'sthinking. She had borne it pretty well, however, until now; but thatUncle Ruthven should "make so intimate" as to kiss Aunt Bessie, wasthe last drop in the cup, and she was displeased as well as distressed.

  "And if papa had the power," said Mrs. Bradford, "would my Bessie wishUncle Ruthven sent away again, and so grieve dear grandmamma, who isso glad to have him at home once more, to say nothing of his otherfriends? I hope my dear little daughter is not giving way to that ugly,hateful feeling, jealousy."

  "Oh! I hope not, mamma," said Bessie. "I would not like to be sonaughty. And if you think it's being jealous not to like Uncle Yuthvento--to do that, I'll try not to mind it so much;" and here a great sobescaped her, and a tear or two dropped on mamma's hand.

  Mrs. Bradford thought it best to make haste and tell her the secret.

  "My darling," she said, "you know, though you are so fond of dear AuntBessie, she is not related to you,--not really your aunt."

  "Yes'm, but then I love her just as much as if she was my very, veryown. I have to love her for so many yeasons; 'cause she is her own selfand I can't help it, and 'cause I'm her namesake, and 'cause she's mydear soldier's own sister. Mamma, don't you think that is plenty ofyeasons to be fond of her for?"

  "Yes, dear, but you must be willing to have others fond of her too. Anddo you not think it would be very pleasant to have her for your ownaunt, and to keep her always with us for our very own?"

  "Oh, yes, mamma! but then that could not be; could it?"

  "Well, yes," said Mrs. Bradford; "if Uncle Ruthven marries her, shewill really be your aunt, and then she will live at grandmamma's, whereyou may see her almost every day, and feel she is quite one of thefamily."

  "And is he going to, mamma?" asked Bessie, raising her head, and withthe utmost surprise and pleasure breaking over her face; "is UncleYuthven going to marry her, and make her our true aunt?"

  "Yes, I believe so," answered her mother; "it was all settled a fewdays ago. We did not mean to tell you just yet, but now I thought itbetter. But, Bessie, if you send poor Uncle Ruthven away to Africaagain, I fear you will lose Aunt Bessie too, for she will go with him."

  "I was naughty to say that, dear mamma," said Bessie, her whole facein a glow of
delight, "and I am so sorry I felt cross to Uncle Yuthvenjust when he was doing us such a great, great favor. Oh, he was so verykind to think of it! He has been trying to give us pleasure ever sincehe came home, and now he has done the very best thing of all. He knewjust what we would like; did he not, mamma?"

  Mamma laughed. "I rather think he knew we would all be pleased, Bessie."

  "I must thank him very much indeed,--must I not, mamma?--and tell himhow very obliging I think he is."

  "You may thank him just as much as you please, dear," said mamma,merrily. "Here comes Maggie to see what has become of us. She must hearthis delightful secret too."

  So Maggie was told, and went capering round the room in franticdelight at the news, inventing, as usual, so many plans and pleasuresthat might fit in with this new arrangement, that Bessie was bettersatisfied than ever, and even forgave Uncle Ruthven the kiss.

  And here was a second joy at hand; for in came a message from Mrs.Rush, asking that the little girls might come over to the hotel andspend the rest of the day with her and the colonel. They were alwaysready enough for this, and in a short time they were dressed and ontheir way with Starr, the colonel's man, who had come for them.

  Starr was a soldier, straight, stiff, and very grave and respectful inhis manner; and now, as he walked along, leading a little girl in eachhand, they wondered to see how very smiling he looked.

  "Starr," said Bessie, peeping up in his face, "have you some good news?"

  "I've no bad news, miss," said Starr, with a broader smile than before.

  "You look so very pleased," said Bessie; to which Starr only replied,"It's likely, miss," and became silent again.

  When they reached the long crossing, who should be standing on thecorner but Sergeant Richards. Bessie saw him at once, and went directlyup to him.

  "How do you do, Mr. Station Policeman?" she said, politely, and holdingout her morsel of a hand to him. "This is my Maggie."

  "Well, now, but I'm glad to see you, and your Maggie too," said thepolice-sergeant. "And how have you been this long time?"

  "Pretty well," answered Bessie. "How are your blind boy and your lamewife and your sick baby, and all your troubles?"

  "Why, the wife is able to move round a little," said Richards, "and thebaby is mending a bit too."

  "And Willie?" asked Bessie.

  A shadow came over the policeman's honest face. "Willie is drooping,"he said, with a sigh. "I think it's the loss of the sight of hismother's face and of the blessed sunlight that's ailing him. Hiseyes are quite blind now,--no more light to them than if he was in apitch-dark cell."

  "But I thought the doctor could cure him when his eyes were all blind,"said Bessie.

  "Not just now, dear. Next year, maybe, if all goes well. That's thebest we can hope for, I believe. But here I am standing and talking toyou, when I've business on hand that can't be put off." So saying, heshook hands again with Bessie and walked rapidly away.

  "I s'pose he means he can't afford to pay the doctor now," said Bessie,as she and Maggie went on again with Starr. "Mrs. Granby said they werepretty poor, and she was 'fraid they couldn't do it this year. It's solong for Willie to wait. I wonder if papa wouldn't pay the doctor."

  "There's the mistress watching for the little ladies," said Starr, and,looking up, the children saw Mrs. Rush standing at the window of herroom and nodding to them. In two minutes more they were at the door,which she opened for them with even a brighter face than usual; and,after kissing them, stood aside to let them see the colonel, who wascoming forward to meet them.

  Yes, there he came, and--no wonder Mrs. Rush looked bright and happy,no wonder Starr was smiling--without his crutches; moving slowly, to besure, and leaning on a cane, but walking on two feet!

  If Colonel Rush imagined he was about to give his little friends apleasant surprise, he found he was not mistaken.

  "Oh!" exclaimed Bessie, but it was in a very different tone from thatin which she had uttered it once before that day.

  Maggie gave a little shriek of delight which would almost have startledany one who had not known Maggie's ways, or seen her sparkling face.

  "Oh! goody! goody! goody!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands andhopping about in a kind of ecstasy. "How lovely! how splendid!how--how--superfluous!" Maggie had been trying to find the longest"grown-up" word she could think of, and as she had that morning heardher father say that something was "altogether superfluous," she nowused the word without a proper idea of its meaning.

  But the colonel was quite content to take the word as she meant it,and thanked her for her joyous sympathy. He knew that Bessie felt nonethe less because she was more quiet. She walked round and round him,looking at him as if she could not believe it, and then going up tohim, took his hand in both hers, and laid her smooth, soft cheek uponit in a pretty, tender way which said more than words.

  "Do let's see you walk a little more," said Maggie. "It's so nice; it'sjust like a fairy tale, when a good fairy comes and mends all thepeople that have been chopped to pieces, and makes them just as good asever; only this is true and that is not."

  "Who put it on?" asked Bessie, meaning the new leg.

  "Starr put it on," answered the colonel.

  "And did you make it, too, Starr?" asked Bessie.

  "No, indeed, miss;" said Starr, who still stood at the door with hishat in his hand, and his head on one side, looking at his master muchas a proud nurse might look at her baby who was trying its firststeps,--"no, indeed, miss; that was beyond me."

  "Starr would have given me one of his own, if he could have done so, Ibelieve," said the colonel, smiling.

  "So would I," said Maggie, "if mine would have fitted. I think I coulddo very well with one foot; I hop a good deal, any way. See, I could dothis way;" and she began hopping round the table again.

  "And you run and skip a good deal," said Mrs. Rush, "and how could youdo all that on one foot?"

  Maggie considered a moment. "But I am very attached to the colonel,"she said, "and I think I could give up one foot if it would be of useto him."

  "I believe you would, my generous little girl," said the colonel; andMrs. Rush stooped and kissed Maggie very affectionately.

  "Will that new foot walk in the street?" asked Maggie.

  "Yes, it will walk anywhere when I'm accustomed to it. But I am alittle awkward just yet, and must practise some before I venture on itin the street."

  It seemed almost too good to be true, that the colonel should besitting there with two feet, which certainly looked quite as well aspapa's or Uncle Ruthven's, or those of any other gentleman; and it waslong before his affectionate little friends tired of looking at him andexpressing their pleasure.

  "We have some very good news for you," said Bessie; "mamma said wemight tell you."

  "Let us have it then," said the colonel; and the grand secret aboutUncle Ruthven and Aunt Bessie was told.

  "I just believe you knew it before," said Maggie, who thought Coloneland Mrs. Rush did not seem as much surprised as was to be expected.

  "I am afraid we did, Maggie," said the colonel, smiling; "but we arenone the less pleased to hear Bessie tell of it."

  "But if Uncle Yuthven did it for a favor to us, why did he not tell usfirst?" said Bessie, rather puzzled.

  "Well," said the colonel, with a little twinkle in his eye, "it isjust possible that your Uncle Ruthven took some other people intoconsideration,--myself and Marion, for instance. Can you not imaginethat he thought it would be very pleasant for us to be related to you?"

  "Will you be our yelations when Uncle Yuthven marries Aunt Bessie?"asked Bessie.

  "I think we shall have to put in some claim of that sort," said thecolonel. "Aunt Bessie is my sister, and if she becomes your own aunt,I think my wife and I must also consider ourselves as belonging to thefamily. What should you say to Uncle Horace and Aunt May?"--May was thecolonel's pet name for his wife.

  It was not likely that either of our little girls would find fault withthis arrangement;
and now it was impossible to say too much in praiseof Uncle Ruthven and his very kind plan.

  The children spent a most delightful day. Mrs. Rush had ordered anearly dinner for them; after which the carriage came, and all four--thecolonel and his wife and Maggie and Bessie--went for a drive in theCentral Park. It was a lovely afternoon, the air so soft and sweet withthat strange, delicious scent in it which tells of the coming spring,and here and there, in some sunny nooks, the children were delighted tosee little patches of green grass. Sparrows and chickadees, and otherbirds which make their home with us during the winter, were hoppingmerrily over the leafless branches, and twittering ceaselessly to oneanother, as if they were telling of the happy time near at hand, whenthe warm south winds would blow, and the trees and bushes be coveredwith their beautiful green summer dress. Presently Starr, turning roundfrom his seat on the box beside the coachman, pointed out a robin, thefirst robin; and then Maggie's quick eyes discovered a second. Yes,there were a pair of them, perking up their heads and tails, with asaucy, jaunty air, which seemed to say, "Look at me; here I am to tellyou spring is coming. Are you not glad to see me?"

  And as the carriage drove slowly by, that the children might watch thebirds, one of them threw back his head and broke into the sweetest,merriest song, which told the same pleasant story.

  Yes, spring was in the air, and the birdies knew it, though earth asyet showed but few signs of it.

  "He sings just as if he was so glad he couldn't help it," said Maggie,"and I feel just like him."

  When they drove back to the city, the children were rather surprisedto find they were taken again to the hotel instead of going home atonce; but Mrs. Rush said, that as the weather was so mild and pleasant,mamma had promised they might stay till after dark. This was a suitableending to such a very happy day, especially as it was arranged forthem to take their supper while their friends dined. Mrs. Rush thoughtnothing too much trouble which could give pleasure to these two dearlittle girls.

  They were listening to one of the colonel's delightful stories whenMr. Stanton and Miss Rush came in, with the double purpose of paying ashort visit to the colonel and his wife and of taking home their youngvisitors.

  Scarcely were they seated when Bessie walked up to Mr. Stanton with"Uncle Er-er-er-Yuthven,"--Bessie was trying very hard for the R's inthese days, especially when she spoke to her uncle,--"we do thank youso very much. We think you are the most obliging gentleman we ever saw."

  "Really," said Uncle Ruthven, gravely, "this is very pleasant to hear.May I ask who are the 'we' who have such a very high opinion of me?"

  "Why, mamma and the colonel and Mrs. Yush and Maggie and I; and Is'pose all the fam'ly who know what a very great favor you are going todo for us."

  "And what is this wonderful favor?" asked Mr. Stanton.

  "To marry Aunt Bessie, so she will be quite our very own," answered thelittle girl. "And then you see that makes my soldier and Mrs. Yush ourown too. They are Uncle Horace and Aunt May now, for the colonel saidwe might as well begin at once. We are all very, very pleased, UncleYuthven, and Maggie and I think you are the kindest uncle that everlived."

  "I am glad you have found that out at last," said Uncle Ruthven. "HereI have been living for your happiness ever since I came home, and ifI had made this last sacrifice without your finding out that I am thebest and most generous uncle in the world, it would have been terribleindeed."

  "I don't believe you think it is a sacrifice," said Maggie. "I guessyou like it 'most as well as Bessie and I do."

  "_Does_ he, Aunt Bessie?" asked little Bessie, in a tone as if thiscould not be; at which Uncle Ruthven's gravity gave way, and the olderpeople all laughed heartily, though the children could not see why.

  If Bessie had known how to express her feelings, she would have saidthat it was Uncle Ruthven's manner when he was joking which caused herto "have objections" to him. When Uncle John was joking, he had sucha merry face that it was quite easy to see what he meant; but UncleRuthven always kept such a sober face and tone that it was hard to tellwhether he were in earnest or no. And now, when he caught her up in hisarms, and stood her upon the mantel-piece, she felt as if she stillonly half approved of him; but it was not in her heart to find faultwith him just now, and she readily put up her lips for the kiss whichshe knew he would claim before he let her go.

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