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4. CHAPTER IV.
MISS BLESSING CALLS ON RACHEL MILLER.

On the following Saturday afternoon, Rachel Miller sat
at the front window of the sitting-room, and arranged her
light task of sewing and darning, with a feeling of unusual
comfort. The household work of the week was over; the
weather was fine and warm, with a brisk drying breeze for
the hay on the hill-field, the last load of which Joseph expected
to have in the barn before his five o'clock supper was
ready. As she looked down the valley, she noticed that the
mowers were still swinging their way through Hunter's
grass, and that Cunningham's corn sorely needed working.
There was a different state of things on the Asten place.
Everything was done, and well done, up to the front of the
season. The weather had been fortunate, it was true; but
Joseph had urged on the work with a different spirit. It
seemed to her that he had taken a new interest in the farm;
he was here and there, even inspecting with his own eyes
the minor duties which had been formerly intrusted to his
man Dennis. How could she know that this activity was
the only outlet for a restless heart?

If any evil should come of his social recreation, she had
done her duty; but no evil seemed likely. She had always
separated his legal from his moral independence; there was
no enactment establishing the period when the latter commenced,
and it could not be made manifest by documents,
like the former. She would have admitted, certainly, that

her guardianship must cease at some time, but the thought
of making preparation for that time had never entered her
head. She only understood conditions, not the adaptation
of characters to them. Going back over her own life, she
could recall but little difference between the girl of eighteen
and the woman of thirty. There was the same place
in her home, the same duties, the same subjection to the
will of her parents—no exercise of independence or self-reliance
anywhere, and no growth of those virtues beyond
what a passive maturity brought with it.

Even now she thought very little about any question of
life in connection with Joseph. Her parents had trained
her in the discipline of a rigid sect, and she could not dissociate
the idea of morality from that of solemn renunciation.
She could not say that social pleasures were positively
wrong, but they always seemed to her to be enjoyed
on the outside of an open door labelled “Temptation;”
and who could tell what lay beyond? Some very good people,
she knew, were fond of company, and made merry in an
innocent fashion; they were of mature years and settled
characters, and Joseph was only a boy. The danger, however,
was not so imminent: no fault could be found with
his attention to duty, and a chance so easily escaped was a
comfortable guaranty for the future.

In the midst of this mood (we can hardly say train of
thought), she detected the top of a carriage through the
bushes fringing the lane. The vehicle presently came into
view: Anna Warriner was driving, and there were two
other ladies on the back seat. As they drew up at the
hitching-post on the green, she recognized Lucy Henderson
getting out; but the airy creature who sprang after her,—
the girl with dark, falling ringlets,—could it be the stranger

from town? The plain, country-made gingham dress, the
sober linen collar, the work-bag on her arm—could they belong
to the stylish young lady whose acquaintance had
turned Anna's head?

A proper spirit of hospitality required her to meet the
visitors at the gate; so there was no time left for conjecture.
She was a little confused, but not dissatisfied at the
chance of seeing the stranger.

“We thought we could come for an hour this afternoon,
without disturbing you,” said Anna Warriner. “Mother
has lost your receipt for pickling cherries, and Bob said you
were already through with the hay-harvest; and so we
brought Julia along—this is Julia Blessing.”

“How do you do?” said Miss Blessing, timidly extending
her hand, and slightly dropping her eyelids. She then
fell behind Anna and Lucy, and spoke no more until they
were all seated in the sitting-room.

“How do you like the country by this time?” Rachel asked,
feeling that a little attention was necessary to a new guest.

“So well that I think I shall never like the city again,”
Miss Blessing answered. “This quiet, peaceful life is such
a rest; and I really never before knew what order was, and
industry, and economy.”

She looked around the room as she spoke, and glanced at
the barn through the eastern window.

“Yes, your ways in town are very different,” Rachel
remarked.

“It seems to me, now, that they are entirely artificial.
I find myself so ignorant of the proper way of living that
I should be embarrassed among you, if you were not all so
very kind. But I am trying to learn a little.”

“O, we don't expect too much of town's-folks,” said Rachel,

in a much more friendly tone, “and we're always glad
to see them willing to put up with our ways. But not
many are.”

“Please don't count me among those!” Miss Blessing exclaimed.

“No, indeed, Miss Rachel!” said Anna Warriner;
“you'd be surprised to know how Julia gets along with
everything—don't she, Lucy?”

“Yes, she's very quick,” Lucy Henderson replied.

Miss Blessing cast down her eyes, smiled, and shook her
head.

Rachel Miller asked some questions which opened the
sluices of Miss Warriner's gossip—and she had a good store
of it. The ways and doings of various individuals were
discussed, and Miss Blessing's occasional remarks showed a
complete familiarity with them. Her manner was grave and
attentive, and Rachel was surprised to find so much unobtrusive
good sense in her views. The reality was so different
from her previously assumed impression, that she felt
bound to make some reparation. Almost before she was
aware of it, her manner became wholly friendly and pleasant.

“May I look at your trees and flowers?” Miss Blessing
asked, when the gossip had been pretty well exhausted.

They all arose and went out on the lawn. Rose and woodbine,
phlox and verbena, passed under review, and then the
long, rounded walls of box attracted Miss Blessing's eye.
This was a feature of the place in which Rachel Miller felt
considerable pride, and she led the way through the garden
gate. Anna Warriner, however, paused, and said:—

“Lucy, let us go down to the spring-house. We can get
back again before Julia has half finished her raptures.”

Lucy hesitated a moment. She looked at Miss Blessing,

who laughed and said, “O, don't mind me!” as she took her
place at Rachel's side.

The avenue of box ran the whole length of the garden,
which sloped gently to the south. At the bottom the green
walls curved outward, forming three fourths of a circle, spacious
enough to contain several seats. There was a delightful
view of the valley through the opening.

“The loveliest place I ever saw!” exclaimed Miss Blessing,
taking one of the rustic chairs. “How pleasant it must
be, when you have all your neighbors here together!”

Rachel Miller was a little startled; but before she could
reply, Miss Blessing continued:—

“There is such a difference between a company of young
people here in the country, and what is called `a party' in
the city. There it is all dress and flirtation and vanity, but
here it is only neighborly visiting on a larger scale. I have
enjoyed the quiet company of all your folks so much the more,
because I felt that it was so very innocent. Indeed, I don't
see how anybody could be led into harmful ways here.”

“I don't know,” said Rachel: “we must learn to mistrust
our own hearts.”

“You are right! The best are weak—of themselves; but
there is more safety where all have been brought up unacquainted
with temptation. Now, you will perhaps wonder
at me when I say that I could trust the young men—for
instance, Mr. Asten, your nephew—as if they were my
brothers. That is, I feel a positive certainty of their excellent
character. What they say they mean: it is otherwise in the
city. It is delightful to see them all together, like members
of one family. You must enjoy it, I should think, when they
meet here.”

Rachel Miller's eyes opened wide, and there was both a

puzzled and a searching expression in the look she gave Miss
Blessing. The latter, with an air of almost infantine simplicity,
her lips slightly parted, accepted the scrutiny with a
quiet cheerfulness which seemed the perfection of candor.

“The truth is,” said Rachel, slowly, “this is a new thing.
I hope the merry-makings are as innocent as you think; but
I'm afraid they unsettle the young people, after all.”

“Do you, really?” exclaimed Miss Blessing. “What
have you seen in them which leads you to think so? But
no—never mind my question; you may have reasons which
I have no right to ask. Now, I remember Mr. Asten telling
Anna and Lucy and myself, how much he should like to
invite his friends here, if it were not for a duty which prevented
it; and a duty, he said, was more important to him
than a pleasure.”

“Did Joseph say that?” Rachel exclaimed.

“O, perhaps I oughtn't to have told it,” said Miss Blessing,
casting down her eyes and blushing in confusion: “in
that case, please don't say anything about it! Perhaps it was
a duty towards you, for he told me that he looked upon you
as a second mother.”

Rachel's eyes softened, and it was a little while before she
spoke. “I've tried to do my duty by him,” she faltered at
last, “but it sometimes seems an unthankful business, and I
can't always tell how he takes it. And so he wanted to have
a company here?”

“I am so sorry I said it!” cried Miss Blessing. “I never
thought you were opposed to company, on principle. Miss
Chaffinch, the minister's daughter, you know, was there the
last time; and, really, if you could see it— But it is presumptuous
in me to say anything. Indeed, I am not a fair
judge, because these little gatherings have enabled me to make

such pleasant acquaintances. And the young men tell me
that they work all the better after them.”

“It's only on his account,” said Rachel.

“Nay, I'm sure that the last thing Mr. Asten would wish
would be your giving up a principle for his sake! I know,
from his face, that his own character is founded on principle.
And, besides, here in the country, you don't keep count of
hospitality, as they do in the city, and feel obliged to return
as much as you receive. So, if you will try to forget what
I have said—”

Rachel interrupted her. “I meant something different.
Joseph knows why I objected to parties. He must not feel
under obligations which I stand in the way of his repaying.
If he tells me that he should like to invite his friends to this
place, I will help him to entertain them.”

“You are his second mother, indeed,” Miss Blessing murmured,
looking at her with a fond admiration. “And now
I can hope that you will forgive my thoughtlessness. I should
feel humiliated in his presence, if he knew that I had repeated
his words. But he will not ask you, and this is the end of
any harm I may have done.”

“No,” said Rachel, “he will not ask me; but won't I be
an offence in his mind?”

“I can understand how you feel—only a woman can judge
a woman's heart. Would you think me too forward if I
tell you what might be done, this once?”

She stole softly up to Rachel as she spoke, and laid her
hand gently upon her arm.

“Perhaps I am wrong—but if you were first to suggest to
your nephew that if he wished to make some return for the
hospitality of his neighbors,—or put it in whatever form you
think best,—would not that remove the `offence' (though he

surely cannot look at it in that light), and make him grateful
and happy?”

“Well,” said Rachel, after a little reflection, “if anything
is done, that would be as good a way as any.”

“And, of course, you won't mention me?”

“There is no call to do it—as I can see.”

“Julia, dear!” cried Anna from the gate; “come and see
the last load of hay hauled into the barn!”

“I should like to see it, if you will excuse me,” said Miss
Blessing to Rachel; “I have taken quite an interest in
farming.”

As they were passing the porch, Rachel paused on the step
and said to Anna: “You'll bide and get your suppers?”

“I don't know,” Anna replied: “we didn't mean to; but
we stayed longer than we intended—”

“Then you can easily stay longer still.”

There was nothing unfriendly in Rachel's blunt manner.
Anna laughed, took Miss Blessing by the arm, and started
for the barn. Lucy Henderson quietly turned and entered
the house, where, without any offer of services, she began to
assist in arranging the table.

The two young ladies took their stand on the green, at a
safe distance, as the huge fragrant load approached. The
hay overhung and concealed the wheels, as well as the hind
quarters of the oxen, and on the summit stood Joseph, in his
shirt-sleeves and leaning on a pitch-fork. He bent forward
as he saw them, answering their greetings with an eager, surprised
face.

“O, take care, take care!” cried Miss Blessing, as the load
entered the barn-door; but Joseph had already dropped upon
his knees and bent his shoulders. Then the wagon stood
upon the barn-floor; he sprang lightly upon a beam, descended

the upright ladder, and the next moment was shaking
hands with them.

“We have kept our promise, you see,” said Miss Blessing.

“Have you been in the house yet?” Joseph asked, looking
at Anna.

“O, for an hour past, and we are going to take supper
with you.”

“Dennis!” cried Joseph, turning towards the barn, “we
will let the load stand to-night.”

“How much better a man looks in shirt-sleeves than in a
dress-coat!” remarked Miss Blessing aside to Anna Warriner,
but not in so low a tone as to prevent Joseph from hearing
it.

“Why, Julia, you are perfectly countrified! I never
saw anything like it!” Anna replied.

Joseph turned to them again, with a bright flush on his
face. He caught Miss Blessing's eyes, full of admiration,
before the lids fell modestly over them.

“So you've seen my home, already?” he said, as they
walked slowly towards the house.

“O, not the half yet!” she answered, in a low, earnest
tone. “A place so lovely and quiet as this cannot be appreciated
at once. I almost wish I had not seen it: what
shall I do when I must go back to the hot pavements, and
the glaring bricks, and the dust, and the hollow, artificial
life?” She tried to check a sigh, but only partially succeeded;
then, with a sudden effort, she laughed lightly, and
added: “I wonder if everybody doesn't long for something
else? Now, Anna, here, would think it heavenly to change
places with me.”

“Such privileges as you have!” Anna protested.

“Privileges?” Miss Blessing echoed. “The privilege of
hearing scandal, of being judged by your dress, of learning
the forms and manners, instead of the good qualities, of
men and women? No! give me an independent life.”

“Alone?” suggested Miss Warriner.

Joseph looked at Miss Blessing, who made no reply. Her
head was turned aside, and he could well understand that
she must feel hurt at Anna's indelicacy.

In the house Rachel Miller and Lucy had, in the mean
time, been occupied with domestic matters. The former,
however, was so shaken out of her usual calm by the conversation
in the garden, that in spite of prudent resolves
to keep quiet, she could not restrain herself from asking a
question or two.

“Lucy,” said she, “how do you find these evening parties
you've been attending?”

“They are lively and pleasant,—at least every one says
so.”

“Are you going to have any more?”

“It seems to be the wish,” said Lucy, suddenly hesitating,
as she found Rachel's eyes intently fixed upon her face.

The latter was silent for a minute, arranging the tea-service;
but she presently asked again: “Do you think
Joseph would like to invite the young people here?”

“She has told you!” Lucy exclaimed, in unfeigned irritation.
“Miss Rachel, don't let it trouble you a moment:
nobody expects it of you!”

Lucy felt, immediately, that her expression had been too
frankly positive; but even the consciousness thereof did not
enable her to comprehend its effect.

Rachel straightened herself a little, and said “Indeed?”
in anything but an amiable tone. She went to the cupboard

and returned before speaking again. “I didn't say anybody
told me,” she continued; “it's likely that Joseph
might think of it, and I don't see why people should expect
me to stand in the way of his wishes.”

Lucy was so astonished that she could not immediately
reply; and the entrance of Joseph and the two ladies cut
off all further opportunity of clearing up what she felt to be
an awkward misunderstanding.

“I must help, too!” cried Miss Blessing, skipping into
the kitchen after Rachel. “That is one thing, at least,
which we can learn in the city. Indeed, if it wasn't for
housekeeping, I should feel terribly useless.”

Rachel protested against her help, but in vain. Miss
Blessing had a laugh and a lively answer for every remonstrance,
and flitted about in a manner which conveyed the
impression that she was doing a great deal.

Joseph could scarcely believe his eyes, when he came down
from his room in fresh attire, and beheld his aunt not only
so assisted, but seeming to enjoy it. Lucy, who appeared
to be ill at ease, had withdrawn from the table, and was
sitting silently beside the window. Recalling their conversation
a few evenings before, he suspected that she might be
transiently annoyed on his aunt's account; she had less confidence,
perhaps, in Miss Blessing's winning, natural manners.
So Lucy's silence threw no shadow upon his cheerfulness:
he had never felt so happy, so free, so delighted to
assume the character of a host.

After the first solemnity which followed the taking of
seats at the table, the meal proceeded with less than the
usual decorum. Joseph, indeed, so far forgot his duties,
that his aunt was obliged to remind him of them from time
to time. Miss Blessing was enthusiastic over the cream

and butter and marmalade, and Rachel Miller found it exceedingly
pleasant to have her handiwork appreciated. Although
she always did her best, for Joseph's sake, she
knew that men have very ignorant, indifferent tastes in such
matters.

When the meal was over, Anna Warriner said: “We
are going to take Lucy on her way as far as the cross-roads;
so there will not be more than time to get home by sunset.”

Before the carriage was ready, however, another vehicle
drove up the lane. Elwood Withers jumped out, gave
Joseph a hearty grip of his powerful hand, greeted the
others rapidly, and then addressed himself specially to Lucy:
“I was going to a township-meeting at the Corner,” said
he; “but Bob Warriner told me you were here with Anna,
so I thought I could save her a roundabout drive by taking
you myself.”

“Thank you; but I'm sorry you should go so far out of
your road,” said Lucy. Her face was pale, and there was
an evident constraint in the smile which accompanied the
words.

“O, he'd go twice as far for company,” Anna Warriner
remarked. “You know I'd take you, and welcome, but Elwood
has a good claim on you, now.”

“I have no claim, Lucy,” said Elwood, rather doggedly.

“Let us go, then,” were Lucy's words.

She rose, and the four were soon seated in the two vehicles.
They drove away in the low sunshine, one pair chatting
and laughing merrily as long as they were within hearing,
the other singularly grave and silent.