Tretherick, in fully resisting your demands.A few months after Mr.Tretherick's death, through the agency of a Chinaman in his employment, it was discovered that he had made a will, which was subsequently found among his papers.The insignificant value of his bequest--mostly land, then quite valueless--prevented his executors from carrying out his wishes, or from even proving the will, or making it otherwise publicly known, until within the last two or three years, when the property had enormously increased in value.The provisions of that bequest are simple, but unmistakable.
The property is divided between Carry and her stepmother, with the explicit condition that Mrs.Starbottle shall become her legal guardian, provide for her education, and in all details stand to her in loco parentis.""What is the value of this bequest?" asked Mr.Robinson."I cannot tell exactly, but not far from half a million, I should say,"returned Prince."Certainly, with this knowledge, as a friend of Miss Tretherick, I must say that her conduct is as judicious as it is honorable to her," responded Mr.Robinson."I shall not presume to question the wishes, or throw any obstacles in the way of carrying out the intentions, of my dead husband," added Mrs.
Tretherick; and the interview was closed.
When its result was made known to Mrs.Starbottle, she raised Jack's hand to her feverish lips."It cannot add to MY happiness now, Jack; but tell me, why did you keep it from her?" Jack smiled, but did not reply.
Within the next week the necessary legal formalities were concluded; and Carry was restored to her stepmother.At Mrs.
Starbottle's request, a small house in the outskirts of the town was procured; and thither they removed to wait the spring, and Mrs.
Starbottle's convalescence.Both came tardily that year.
Yet she was happy and patient.She was fond of watching the budding of the trees beyond her window,--a novel sight to her Californian experience,--and of asking Carry their names and seasons.Even at this time she projected for that summer, which seemed to her so mysteriously withheld, long walks with Carry through the leafy woods, whose gray, misty ranks she could see along the hilltop.She even thought she could write poetry about them, and recalled the fact as evidence of her gaining strength;and there is, I believe, still treasured by one of the members of this little household a little carol so joyous, so simple, and so innocent, that it might have been an echo of the robin that called to her from the window, as perhaps it was.
And then, without warning, there dropped from Heaven a day so tender, so mystically soft, so dreamily beautiful, so throbbing, and alive with the fluttering of invisible wings, so replete and bounteously overflowing with an awakening and joyous resurrection not taught by man or limited by creed, that they thought it fit to bring her out, and lay her in that glorious sunshine that sprinkled like the droppings of a bridal torch the happy lintels and doors.
And there she lay beatified and calm.
Wearied by watching, Carry had fallen asleep by her side; and Mrs.
Starbottle's thin fingers lay like a benediction on her head.
Presently she called Jack to her side.
"Who was that," she whispered, "who just came in?""Miss Van Corlear," said Jack, answering the look in her great hollow eyes.
"Jack," she said, after a moment's silence, "sit by me a moment, dear Jack: I've something I must say.If I ever seemed hard, or cold, or coquettish to you in the old days, it was because I loved you, Jack, too well to mar your future by linking it with my own.
I always loved you, dear Jack, even when I seemed least worthy of you.That is gone now.But I had a dream lately, Jack, a foolish woman's dream,--that you might find what I lacked in HER," and she glanced lovingly at the sleeping girl at her side; "that you might love her as you have loved me.But even that is not to be, Jack, is it?" and she glanced wistfully in his face.Jack pressed her hand, but did not speak.After a few moments' silence, she again said, "Perhaps you are right in your choice.She is a good-hearted girl, Jack--but a little bold."And with this last flicker of foolish, weak humanity in her struggling spirit, she spoke no more.When they came to her a moment later, a tiny bird that had lit upon her breast flew away;and the hand that they lifted from Carry's head fell lifeless at her side.
