"I should be very lonely if you left me at home," said the disappointed mother.
"I should write you often. That would do almost, as well."
Mrs. Raymond did not think so, but she knew her daughter's hard, ingrained selfishness too well to press the matter. She received Mr. Chester on the footing of a son-in-law most graciously, though it did occur to her that it would have been better if she could have secured him as a husband instead of Clementina; then she could have made the European tour.
It may be as well, however, to say here that neither to mother nor daughter were revealed the scenic charms of Europe. When Randolph Chester discovered that he had married a genteel pauper he was deeply incensed, and was in no mood to grant favors to the wife who had deceived him. He married in haste, to repent at leisure.
Chapter 12
The day of examination came, and the small schoolroom was thronged with visitors. The exercises passed off in the most satisfactory manner. Squire Hadley, as chairman of the School Committee, made the first speech. It was not a model of eloquence, but he made it clear that he considered the school a success and took credit to himself for engaging so competent a teacher. Mr. Wilson followed. He too, expressed hearty approval of the exercises, and tendered his cordial congratulations to Miss Frost for remarkable success in inspiring the scholars with a love of learning.
He hoped the town would be able to retain the services of so accomplished an instructress. To him succeeded Adoniram Fry, who, in a jocular way, lamented that as a boy it had not been in his power to be a scholar under Miss Frost's instruction. All were complimentary, and Mabel's cheeks were flushed with pleasure.
Randolph Chester was not present at the closing exercises. Neither were the Raymonds. The engagement had leaked out, and therefore their absence did not excite surprise. It was ascertained that they had driven to a neighboring town. It was not discovered, however, till later, what their errand was. They drove at once to the residence of a clergyman, and when they returned Clementina was Mrs. Randolph Chester. Clementina herself had artfully hinted how romantic it would be, and how people would be taken by surprise. Mr. Chester cared nothing for this; but it occurred to him that Mabel would be mortified on learning how quickly he had been consoled for her loss. Poor Mr. Chester! In after years he looked upon this as the most idiotic act of his life.
In the evening Allan Thorpe called and invited Mabel to go out for a walk. It was a beautiful moonlight night. They walked slowly to the pond, which was not far away, and sat down on a rustic seat beneath a wide spreading oak. They had been talking on various things for some time, when a sudden silence came upon both. It was at length broken by the young artist.
"I hope you will forgive me for bringing you here," he said.
"Why should you want forgiveness?" she asked, very much surprised.
"Because I brought you here with a special object in view. Rebuke me if you will, but -- Mabel, I love you."
She did not seem much surprised.
"How long has it been so?" she asked in a low voice.
"I began to love you," he answered, "when I first saw you at the artists' reception. But you were so far removed from me that I did not dare to avow it, even to myself. You were a rich social queen, and I was a poor man. I should never have dared to tell you all this if you had not lost your wealth."
"Does this make me any more worthy?" asked Mabel smiling.
"It has brought you nearer to me. When I saw how bravely you met adverse fortune; when I saw a girl brought up to every luxury, as you were, quietly devoting herself to teaching a village school, I rejoiced. I admired you more than ever, and I resolved to win you if possible. Can you give me a hope, Mabel?
He bent over her with a look of tender affection in his manly face.
"I won't keep you in suspense, Allan," she said with an answering look. "I have not known you long but long enough to trust my future in your hands."
After a while Allan Thorpe began to discuss his plans and hopes for the future.
"I am beginning to be successful," he said. "I can, even now, support you in a modest way, and with health I feel assured of a larger -- I hope a much larger -- income in time. I can relieve you from teaching at once."
Mabel smiled.
"But suppose I do not consider it a burden. Suppose I like it."
"Then you can teach me."
"It might become monotonous to have only one pupil."
"I hope not," said Allan earnestly.
When he pressed her to name an early day for their marriage, Mabel said: "Before we go any further, I have a confession to make. I hope it won't be disagreeable to you."
He silently inclined his head to listen.
"Who told you I had lost my property?" she asked.
"No one. I inferred it from finding you here, teaching a village school for seven dollars a week," replied Allan.
"What! Have you inquired my income so exactly? I fear you are mercenary."
"I can remember the time -- not so long since, either -- when I earned less than that by my art. But, Mabel, what do you mean by your questions? Of course you have lost your property."
"Then my banker has failed to inform me of it. No, Allan, I am no poorer than I ever was."
"Why, then, did you become a teacher?" asked Allan Thorpe, bewildered.
"Because I wished to be of some service to my kind; because I was tired of the hollow frivolity of the fashionable world. I don't regret my experiment. I never expected to be so richly rewarded."
"And you, as rich as ever, bestow your hand on a poor artist?" he exclaimed almost incredulously.
"Unless the poor artist withdraws his offer," she answered with a smile.
Of the conversation that followed it is needful only to report that it was mutually decided that Mabel's secret was to be kept for the present. She was still to be the poor school teacher in the eyes of Granville. The marriage was to take place in October, Mabel being reconciled to the briefness of the engagement by the representation that October would be a favorable month for a voyage to Europe. They had already decided to spend two years in Italy. Mabel had always longed to see Italy, and it would no doubt be full of delightful opportunities of improvement in his art for Allan Thorpe.
Mabel's engagement made a second sensation, Mr. Chester's elopement being the first. Many were the congratulations offered, though these were mingled with regret that so good a teacher should be lost to the village. Mr. Chester heard the news in gloomy silence. His wife remarked patronizingly that it was a very suitable match, for "both are as poor as poverty, goodness knows!"
The wedding took place quietly in October, and in Granville. No one as yet knew that Mabel was other than she seemed, though Mr. Wilson had been informed of her real name. When, however, a check for five hundred dollars was handed to him as his fee for celebrating the marriage, he faltered in amazement, as he inquired, "What does this mean, Allan?"
"It means, my dear uncle, that Mabel is not only rich in every virtue and every accomplishment, but she is also burdened with a large portion of this world's goods. This is my first opportunity for saying what she authorized me to say, that we will gladly defray Ralph's expenses through college whenever you are ready to send him."
"God is indeed good to me and mine!" said the minister, his face beaming with happiness. "My dear child" -- this was to Mabel -- "may you always be as happy as you have made us."
"You have made us all happy, dear Mabel," said her husband. "It was indeed a blessed day when you came to Granville to teach."
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