The Old Homestead Part 12
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Just as the company were all standing--for each guest had resigned a chair, which was placed by the table--the needle-merchant and his wife made their advent, arm in arm, all pompous with a sense of personal importance, and looking stiffly condescending as they bowed to the old gentleman and the widow.
But it was quite astonis.h.i.+ng how soon the bustle of sitting down to supper, the cheerful faces and the fragrant steam that rose from the plump pullet as Chester thrust his fork into its bosom, seemed to soften down and carry off all their superfluous dignity. Before the little needle-merchant knew it, he found himself quite interested in the old man at his elbow, for after the ladies, Chester had helped the artist first, and on his plate was a choice morsel of the chicken's liver which made the little merchant's mouth water.
Now what does the old gentleman do but hand over this plate, with a bow, to his next neighbor, and so handsomely, too, that it was quite impossible for the little man to resist good fellows.h.i.+p a moment longer? As the coveted morsel melted away in his mouth, the pride fled from his heart, and in less than three minutes he was the most natural and happy person at the table. It was delightful to hear him complimenting Mrs. Chester, while he helped the children good naturedly, as if he had been the father of a large and uproarious family for years! Indeed, he was quite surprised at it himself afterward, but just then it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
There was room enough for all. There was pleasure for all. Even the suffering boy had suns.h.i.+ne in his eyes and smiles upon his mouth, as he lifted that delicate face to his widow friend; and for the first time in months, her pale cheeks grew red, and she met the boy's glance with a smile that did not threaten to be quenched in tears the next instant.
Mrs. Chester luxuriated in all this happiness as a flower brightens in the suns.h.i.+ne. She seemed to grow more beautiful every moment; the needle-merchant told her so. Chester only laughed, and his own wife did not frown, but glanced complacently down to her cameo breast-pin, feeling confident that there she could defy compet.i.tion.
The supper was over, the table cleared away, and around the bright stove they all gathered in a circle, chatting, laughing and telling stories. Here the old artist's talent came in play, and he made even the tall lady shake with merriment behind her broad cameo; and the gentle boy who had crept close to Mary Fuller again, was absolutely heard to laugh aloud, while Mary's smile was softer and sweeter than Isabel's shouts of merriment.
"I say," whispered Joseph to Mary Fuller, "how happy and bright father is--wouldn't it be pleasant if we could do something to make all the rest happy as he does?"
"But we don't know how, like him," answered Mary.
"I am worse than that, it makes people sad to look at me, but you have done something, I dare say, to help make them happy?"
"I helped get the supper and make that," said Mary, pointing to the birth-day cake which still lay glistening white beneath its wreath of evergreens.
"Ah, that was a great deal for you. Now what if I try a little? Bend down your head. I have a violin up stairs. Father bought it for me new year's day. It did not cost much, but there is music in it, and I have learned to play a little. Now I will just steal away and bring it down without letting them see me. Won't it astonish them to hear the music burst up all at once from our corner?"
The boy's eyes sparkled, and he seemed quite animated with his little plot.
"That will be pleasant," replied Mary, equally delighted with the idea. "Let me go! Where shall I find the violin?"
"In the corner cupboard--there is a little fire-light--you will not miss it," answered the lad, smiling gratefully.
Mary stole away and soon returned with the violin. She contrived to reach the boy without being seen, and the two sat close together, while he noiselessly tried the strings and fixed the bow.
There was a momentary hush in the conversation.
"Now!" whispered Mary, "now!"
The boy drew his bow, and such a burst of music poured from the strings, that even Mary started with astonishment.
"Ha, my son!" said the artist, "that was well thought of! now do your best!"
The boy answered only with a smile, but his slender fingers flew up and down on the strings, the bow flashed across them like lightning, and the apartment rung with music.
Spite of all its good resolutions, the Canary bird had gone to sleep, with its head under one wing, but with the first note of music it was all in a flutter of delight, and set up an opposition to the violin that threatened to rend its quivering little form in twain.
Isabel, light and graceful as the bird, sprang from her seat and began to waltz about the room, her curls floating in the air, and her cheeks bright as a ripe peach. She looked like a fairy excited by the music.
"Come, what if we all get up a dance?" said Chester, approaching the needle-merchant's wife.
She looked at her husband.
"A capital idea!" cried the little man, all in a glow, seizing upon the hand of the widow.
"Indeed, I--I--my dancing days are over," faltered the widow, half withdrawing her hand, but looking provokingly irresolute.
"Oh, aunty, let me see you dance once, only this once!" cried the boy, breaking the strain of his music.
The widow turned a look of tenderness upon her charge, and with a blush on her cheek was led to the floor.
"They want another couple--who will dance with me?" said Mrs. Chester, casting a smiling challenge at the old gentleman.
"Oh, father, do," cried the boy, "see, they cannot get along without you."
"I shall put you all out--I haven't taken a step in twenty years,"
pleaded the old man.
"Never mind, we will teach you--we will all teach you--so come along,"
broke from half a dozen voices, and Mrs. Chester laughingly took the old man captive, leading him to the floor with a look of playful triumph.
Isabel, after a vain effort to persuade Mary to join her, took a side by herself, quite capable of dancing enough for two at least.
Then the violin sent forth an air that kindled the blood even in that old man's veins. The dancers put themselves in motion--right and left--ladies' chain. It went off admirably. The old man was rather stiff and awkward at first, but the young folks soon broke him in and he turned, now the little girls then Mrs. Chester, and then the tall lady with the cameo; true she was on the side, but then the old gentleman was not particular, and his ladies' chain became rather an intricate affair at last, he added so many superfluous links to it.
But nothing could daunt him after he once got into the spirit of it, and he went through the whole like an old hero; the only difficulty was, he never knew when to stop.
Just in the height of the dance, when the needle-merchant was all in a glow, balancing to every lady, and getting up a sort of extemporaneous affair, made from old remembrances of "The Cheat" and "The Virginia Reel," the whole company stopped short, and he exclaimed--
"Bless my soul!"
And drawing forth a red silk handkerchief, he made a motion, as if his forehead wanted dusting.
"Bless my soul!" he repeated, "Laura, my dear, have the goodness to look, my love."
Mrs. Peters turned, and spite of her cameo defences, blushed guiltily.
"Dear me, my nephew, Frederick Farnham, who would have expected this?"
she exclaimed, instantly a.s.suming her dignity, and gliding from among the dancers.
"I couldn't help it, Aunt Peters, I know it is very impertinent for me to follow you up here, but how could you expect me to stay down yonder, with the floor trembling over head, and that violin--? I beg your pardon, sir," continued young Farnham, addressing Chester, "but the fact is, everything was so gloomy down stairs, and so brilliant; up here besides you left the door open as if you'd made up your mind to tempt a fellow into committing an impertinence."
"Don't think of it, there's no intrusion--my wife has found a birth-day, and is making the most of it," answered Chester, advancing toward the door with his hand frankly extended.
The youth stepped forward, and the light fell upon his face. His eyes lighted up splendidly as they fell on Chester.
"What, my fine fellow, is it you?" he said, with a dash of young Americanism that was only frank, not a.s.suming, while Chester exclaimed--
"I'm glad to see you--heartily glad to see you--come in, come in."
"Allow me," said Mrs. Peters, with a stately wave of the hand, "Mr.
Chester, allow me to present Mr. Frederick Farnham, my nephew, and only son of the Mayor of New York--Mrs. Chester, Mr. Farnham."
"Never mind all about that, aunt," said the boy, blus.h.i.+ng at his pompous introduction, "this gentleman and I have met before--he knows my father."
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