The Bow of Orange Ribbon Part 5
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"Only last week Joanna bought it for me. She would surely ask me, 'Where is your new ribbon?'"
"Tell her that you lost it."
"How could I say that? It would not be true."
The girl's face was so sincere, that Mrs. Gordon found herself unable to ridicule the position. "My dear," she answered, "you are a miracle. But, among all these pretty things, is there nothing you can send?"
Katherine looked thoughtfully around. There was a small Chinese cabinet on a table: she went to it, and took from a drawer a bow of orange ribbon. Holding it doubtfully in her hand, she said, "My St. Nicholas ribbon."
"La, miss, I thought you were a Calvinist! What are you talking of the saints for?"
"St. Nicholas is our saint, our own saint; and on his day we wear orange. Yes, even my father then, on his silk cap, puts an orange bow.
Orange is the Dutch colour, you know, madam."
"Indeed, child, I do _not_ know; but, if so, then it is the best colour to send to your true love."
"For the Dutch, orange always. On the great days of the kirk, my father puts blue with it. Blue is the colour of the Dutch Calvinists."
"Make me thankful to learn so much. Then when Councillor Van Heemskirk wears his blue and orange, he says to the world, 'I am a Dutchman and a Calvinist'?"
"That is the truth. For the _Vaderland_ the _Moeder-Kerk_ he wears their colours. The English, too, they will have their own colour!"
"La, my dear, England claims every colour! But, indeed, even an English officer may now wear an orange favour; for I remember well when our Princess Anne married the young Prince of Orange. Oh, I a.s.sure you the House of Na.s.sau is close kin to the House of Hanover! And when English princesses marry Dutch princes, then surely English officers may marry Dutch maidens. Your bow of orange ribbon is a very proper love-knot."
"Indeed, madam, I never"--
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"There, there! I can really wait no longer. _Some one_ is already in a fever of impatience. 'Tis a quaintly pretty room; I am happy to have seen its curious treasures. Good-by again, child; my service once more to your mother and sister;" and so, with many compliments, she pa.s.sed chatting and laughing out of the house.
Katherine closed the best parlour, and lingered a moment in the act. She felt that she had permitted Mrs. Gordon to make an appointment for her lover, and a guilty sense of disobedience made bitter the joy of expectation. For absolute truthfulness is the foundation of the Dutch character; and an act of deception was not only a sin according to Katherine's nature, but one in direct antagonism to it. As she turned away from the closed parlour, she felt quite inclined to confide everything to her sister Joanna; but Joanna, who had to finish the cleaning of the silver, was not in that kind of a temper which invites confidence; and indeed, Katherine, looking into her calm, preoccupied face, felt her manner to be a reproof and a restraint.
So she kept her own counsel, and doubted and debated the matter in her heart until the hands of the great clock were rising quickly to the hour of fate. Then she laid down her fine sewing, and said, "Mother, I want to walk in the garden. When I come back my task I will finish."
"That is well. Joanna, too, has let her work fall down to her lap. Go, both of you, and get the fine air from the river."
This was not what Katherine wished; but nothing but a.s.sent was possible, and the girls strolled slowly down the box-bordered walks together.
Madam Van Heemskirk watched them from the window for a few minutes. A smile of love and pleasure was on her fine, placid face; but she said with a sigh, as she turned away,--
"Well, well, if it is the will of G.o.d they should not rise in the world, one must be content. To the spider the web is as large as to the whale the whole wide sea; that is the truth."
Joanna was silent; she was thinking of her own love-affairs; but Katherine, doubtful of herself, thought also that her sister suspected her. When they reached the river-bank, Joanna perceived that the lilacs were in bloom, and at their root the beautiful auriculas; and she stooped low to inhale their strange, nameless, earthy perfume. At that moment a boat rowed by with two English soldiers, stopped just below them, and lay rocking on her oars. Then an officer in the stern rose and looked towards Katherine, who stood in the full sunlight with her large hat in her hand. Before she could make any sign of recognition, Joanna raised herself from the auriculas and stood beside her sister; yet in the slight interval Katherine had seen Captain Hyde fling back from his left shoulder his cloak, in order to display the bow of orange ribbon on his breast.
The presence of Joanna baffled and annoyed him; but he raised his beaver with a gallant grace, and Joanna dropped a courtesy, and then, taking Katherine's hand, turned toward home with her, saying, "That is the boat of Captain Hyde. What comes he this way for?"
"The river way is free to all, Joanna." And Joanna looked sharply at her sister and remained silent.
But Katherine was merry as a bird. She chattered of this and of that, and sang s.n.a.t.c.hes of songs, old and new. And all the time her heart beat out its own glad refrain, "My bow of orange ribbon, my bow of orange ribbon!" Her needle went to her thoughts, and her thoughts went to melody; for, as she worked, she sang,--
"Will you have a pink knot?
Is it blue you prize?
One is like a fresh rose, One is like your eyes.
No, the maid of Holland, For her own true love, Ties the splendid orange, Orange still above!
_O oranje boven!_ Orange still above.
"Will you have the white knot?
No, it is too cold.
Give me splendid orange, Tint of flame and gold; Rich and glowing orange, For the heart I love; _Under_, white and pink and blue; Orange still _above_!
_O oranje boven!_ Orange still above!"
"How merry you sing, _mijn Katrijntje_! Like a little bird you sing.
What, then, is it?"
"A pretty song made by the schoolmaster, _mijn moeder. 'Oranje Boven'_ the name is."
"That is a good name. Your father I will remind to have it painted over the door of the summer-house."
"There already are two mottoes painted,--Peaceful is my garden,' and 'Contentment is my lot.'"
"Well, then, there is always room for two more good words, is there not?" And Katherine gayly sung her answer,--
"Tie the splendid orange, Orange still above!
_O oranje boven!_ Orange still above."
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IV.
"_The trifles of our daily lives, The common things scarce worth recall, Whereof no visible trace survives,-- These are the mainsprings, after all._"
"Honoured gentleman, when will you pay me my money?"
The speaker was an old man, dressed in a black coat b.u.t.toned to the ankles, and a cap of silk and fur, from beneath which fell a fringe of gray hair. His long beard was also gray, and he leaned upon an ivory staff carved with many strange signs. The inquiry was addressed to Captain Hyde. He paid no attention whatever to it, but, gayly humming a stave of "Marlbrook," watched the crush of wagons and pedestrians, in order to find a suitable moment to cross the narrow street.
"Honoured gentleman, when will you pay me my moneys?"
The second inquiry elicited still less attention for, just as it was made, Neil Semple came out of the City Hall, and his appearance gave the captain a good excuse for ignoring the unpleasant speaker.
"Faith, Mr. Semple," he cried, "you came in an excellent time. I am for Fraunce's Tavern, and a chop and a bottle of Madeira. I shall be vastly glad of your company."
The grave young lawyer, with his hands full of troublesome-looking papers, had little of the air of a boon companion; and, indeed, the invitation was at once courteously declined.
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