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a work of merit—a condition by fulfilling which they “Do, miss, if you please ; for if father aint come become fit for God's mercy; for such is the trick by that time-my poor head ". which the old Adam and the Enemy together are. “You must put that ugly book away," said ready enough to play the most orthodox, in despite Lucy, “and take a better one." of the purity of their creed. .
"Well, mies, I know I oughtu't to have taken
this book, for there's no summer in it; and it talks CHAPTER XIII.-MATTIE'S MICROCOS M. like the wind at night.” ALTHOUGH Mrs. Boxall, senior, was still far from | “Why did you take it then!” Well, yet when the morning of Mrs. Morgenstern's "Because Syne told me to take it. But that's gathering dawned, lovely even in the midst of just why I oughtn't to ha' taken it." London, and the first sun-rays, with green tinges And she rose and put the book in one of the and rosy odours hanging about their golden edges, shelves over her head, moving her stool when she stole into her room, reminding her of the old pad had done so, and turning her face towards the dock and the feeding cows at Bucks Horton, in spot where the book now stood. Lucy watched Buckingham, she resolved that Lucy should go to her uneasily. Mrs. Morgenstern's. So the good old lady set “What do you mean by saying that Syne told herself to feel better in order that she might be you?” she asked. “Who is Syne?" **
better, and by the time Lucy, who had slept in "Don't you know Syne, miss? Syne is-You " the same room with her grandmother since her ill- kuow Lord Syne was a miserly churl' --don't DESS, awoke, she was prepared to persuade her you?” that she was quite well enough to let her have a Then before Lucy could reply, she looked up in holiday.
her face, with a smile hovering about the one side "But how am I to leave you, grannie, all alone?" of her mouth, and said, objected Lacy.
“But it's all nonsense, miss, when you're stand"Oh! I daresay that queer little Mattie of yours ing there. There isn't no such person as Syne, will come in and keep me company. Make haste when you're there. I don't believe there is any sad get your clothes on and go and see.",
such person. But,” she added with a sigh, “when Now Lucy had had hopes of inducing Mattio to you're gone away-I don't know. But I think he's po with her, as I indicated in a previous chapter ; upstairs in the nursery, now," she said, putting her 1 tat she could not press the child after the reason hand to her big forehead. "No, no, there's no she gave for not going. And now she might as such person." Tell ask her to stay with her grandmother. So And Mattie tried to laugh outright, but failed in she went round the corner to Mr. Kitely's shop, the attempt, and the tears rose in her eyes. glancing up at Mr. Spelt's nest in the wall as she “You've got a headache, dear,” said Lucy. passed, to see whether she was not there.
"Well, no," answered Mattie. “I cannot say When she entered the wilderness of books she that I have just a headache, you know. But it sat no one; but peeping round one of the many does buzz a little.-I hope Mr. Kitely won't be long BCEEDS, she spied Mattie sitting with her back | now." . towards her and her head bent downward Look. "I don't like leaving you, Mattie ; but I must go ing over her shoulder, she saw that she had a large to my grandmother," said Lucy, with reluctance. Imelding plate of the funeral of Lord Nelson open “Never mind me, miss. I'm used to it. I
ktore her, the black shapes of which with their used to be afraid of Lord Syne, for he watched me, wernal horror of plumes--the hateful flowers that ready to pounce out upon me with all his men at
be baried seeds of ancient paganism still shoot up his back, and he laughed so loud to see me ruu. Izto the pleasant Christian fields-she was study. But I know better now. I never run from him and with an unaccountable absorption of interest, now. I always frown at him, and take my own ; "What have you got there, Mattie?” asked Lucy, time, and do as I like. I dou't want him to see
"Well, I don't ezackly know, miss,” answered that I'm afraid, you know. And I do think I the child, looking up, very white-faced and serious. have taught him a lesson. Besides, if he's very
"Put the book away and come and see grannie. troublesome, you know, miss, I can run to Mr. ste wants you to take care of her to-day, while I Spelt. But I never talk to him about Syne, be
cause when I do he always looks so mournful. "Well, miss, I would with pleasure ; but you Perhaps he thinks it is wicked. He is so good , ** lather is gone out, and has left me to take care himself, he has no idea how wicked a body can be." of the sbop till he comes back."
Lucy thought it best to hurry away, that she * Bat he won't be gone a great while, will he?" might return the sooner ; for she could not bear
"No, miss. He knows I don't like to be left too the child to be left alone in such a mood. And ling with the books. He'll be back before St. she was sure that the best thing for her would 3000 strikes nine-that I know.”
be to spend the day with her cheery old grand"Well, then, I'll go and get grannie made com- mother. But as she was leaving the shop, Mr. Tiable; and if you don't come to me by half past Kitely came in, his large, bold, sharp face fresh as czne, I'll come after you again.”
a north wind without a touch of east in it. Lucy
preferred her request about Mattie, and he granted I have often wondered how it was that Lucy was it cordially.
capable of so much; how it was, for instance, that, "I'm afraid, Mr. Kitely,” said Lucy, “the in the dispensing of Mrs. Morgenstern's bounty, she darling is not well. She has such strange fancies." dared to make her way into places where no one
“Oh, I don't know," returned the bookseller, but herself thought it could be safe for her to go, with mingled concern at the suggestion and refusal but where not even a rude word was ever directed to entertain it. "She's always been a curious child. | against her or used with regard to her. If she Her mother was like that, you see, and she takes had been as religious as she afterwards became, I after her. Perhaps she does want a little more should not have wondered thus ; for some who do change. I don't think she's been out of this street not believe that God is anywhere in these dens of now all her life. But she'll shake it off as she gets what looks to them all misery, will dare everything older, I have no doubt.”
to rescue their fellow-creatures from impending fate. So saying, he turned into his shop, and Lucy But Lucy had no theories to spur or to support went home. In half an hour she went back for her. She never taught them any religion: she was Mattie, and leaving the two together, of whom the only, without knowing it, a religion to their eyes. child, in all her words and ways, seemed the older, I conclude, therefore, that at this time it was just set out for the West End, where Mrs. Morgenstern the harmony of which I have spoken that led her, was anxiously hoping for her appearance, seeing protected her, and, combined with a dim conscious she depended much upon her assistance in the treat ness that she must be doing right in following out she was giving to certain poor people of her ac- the loving impulses of her nature, supported her in quaintance. By any person but Mattie, Mrs. Mor the disagreeable circumstatices into which she was genstern would have been supposed to be literally sometimes brought. fulfilling the will of our Lord in asking only those While they were thus busy with the flowers, who could not return her invitation. : :!! ! Miriam joined them. She had cast her neutral
tints, and appeared in a frock of dark red, with a CHAPTER XIV. -THE JEWESS AND HER NEIGHBOURS. band of gold in her dusky hair, sombrely rich. She
Mes. MORGENSTERN looked splendid as she moved was a strange-looking child, one of those whose about amongst the hothouse plants, arranging them coming beauty promises all the more that it has as ipi the hall, on the stairs, and in the drawing- yet reached only the stage of interesting ugliness. rooms. She judged, and judged rightly, that one Splendid eyes, olive complexion, rounded cheeks, ought to be more anxious to show honour to poor were accompanied by a very unfinished nose, and neighbours by putting on her best attire, than to or a large mouth, with thick thougb finely-modelled dinary guests of her own rank. Therefore, although lips. She would be a glory some day. She fitted it was the morning, she had put on a dress of green into the room, and flew from flower to flower like silk, trimmed with brown silk and rows of garnet one of those black and red butterflies that Scotch buttons, which set off her dark complexion and children call witches. The sight of her brought to her rich black hair, plainly braided down her face, Lucy's miod by contrast the pale face and troubled and loosely gathered behind. She was half a head brow of Mattie, and she told Mrs. Morgenstern taller than Lucy, who was by no means short. about her endeavour to persuade the child to come The two formed a beautiful contrast. Lucy was and how and why she had failed. Mrs. More dark-haired and dark-eyed as well as Mrs. Morgen-gepstern did not laugh much at the story, but she stern, but had a smaller face and features, regular very nearly did something else. . . . to a rare degree. '. Her 'high close-fitting dress of “Oh ! do go and bring little Mattie," said Miriam. black silk, with a plain lipen collar and cuffs, left I will be very kind to her. I will give her my her loveliness all to itself. Lucy was neither doll's-bouse ; for I shall be too big for it next strikingly beautiful nor remarkably iutellectual : year." when one came to understand what it was that “But I left her taking care of 'my grandmother," attracted him so much, he found that it was the said Lucy, to the truth of whose character it bewonderful barmony in her. As Wordsworth pro | lovged to make no concealment of the simplicity of phesied for his Lucy that "beauty born of mur. the household conditions of herself and her grand. muring sound should' pass into her face," so it mother.' "And," she added, "if she were to come seemed as if the harmonies which flowed from her | I must stay, and she could not come without me." father's fingers had moulded her form and face, | “But I'll tell you what-couldn't you bring the her motions and thoughts, after their own fashion, other--the little Poppie she talks about? I should even to a harmony which soothed before one knew like to show Mattie that we're not quite so bad as that he was receiving it, and when he had 'dis- | she thinks us. Do you know this Poppie?” said covered its source made him ready to quote the Mrs. Morgenstern. words of Sir Philip Siduey :
Then Lucy told her what she knew about Poppie.
She had been making inquiries in the neighbourJust aecord all music makes : , .
hood, and though she had not traced the child to In thee just accord excelleth, Where cach part in such peace dwelleth,
head-quarters anywhere, everybody in the poor Each of other beauty takes.
places in which she bad souglit information knew something about her, though all they knew put to which point only was the railway then availtogether did not come to much. She slept at the able. top of a stair here, in the bottom of a cupboard Lucy walked straight to Staines Court, where she there, coiling herself up in spaces of incredible was glad of the opportunity of doing some business smallness ; but no one could say where her home of lovingkindness at the same time that she sought Fas, or indeed if she had any home. Nor, if she Poppie. The first house she entered was in a Fanted to find her, was it of much, consequence dreadful condition of neglect. There were hardly shether she knew her home or not, for that would more balusters in the stairs than served to keep the certainly be the last place where Poppie would be filthy hand-rail in its place; and doubtless they found
o ut t o the for would by and by follow the fate of the rest, and "But," she concluded, if you would really like vanish as fire-wood. One or two of the stairs to have her, I will go and try if I can find her. I even were torn to pieces for the same purpose, and wuld be back in an hour and a half or so."', . the cupboard-doors of the room into which Lacy "You shall have the brougham.”, n o
entered bad vanished, with half the skirting-board "No, no," interrupted Lucy," To go in ide and some of the flooring, revealing the joists, and trungham to look for Poppie, would be like putting the ceiling of the room below. All this dilapidasalt on a bird's tail. Besides, I should not like the tion did not matter much in summer weather, but probable consequences of seating her in your car- how would it be in the winter-except the police riage. But I should like to see how that wild little condemned the building before then, and because savage would do in such a place as this.??, rol oot the wretched people who lived in it could get no
"Oh, do go," cried Miriam, clapping her hands. better, decreed that 80 far, they should have no " It will be such fun.”
As i t to shelter at all? Well, when the winter came, they Lucy, ran for her bonnet, with great doubts of would just go on making larger and larger holes to success, yet willing to do her best to find the child. let in the wind, and fight the cold by burning their She did not know that Poppie hąd followed her protection against it.
most to Mrs. Morgenstery's door that very In this room there was ' nobody. Something morning to see th
duty, Budow " shining in a dingy sunbeam that fell upon one of Jow what made Lucy sufficiently hopeful of find the holes in the floor caught Lúcy's eyer She iling Poppie to start in pursuit of her,, was the stooped, and putting in her hand, drew out a bottle. fact that she had of late seen the child so often At the samo momeut she let it fall back into the between Guild Court, and, a cortain other court in hole, and started with a sense of theft. s fa
the neighbourhood of Shoreditch. But Lucy did “Don't touch Mrs. Flanaghan's gin-bottle, lady. ľ sot know that it was because she was there that she's a good ’un to swear, as you'd be frightened to Poppie was there. She had not for sometime, as I hear her. She gives me the creepers sometimes, are said, paid her usual visits at Mrs. Morgen- and I'm used to her. She says it's all she's got in stera's because of her grandmother's illness; and the world, and she's ready to die for the sould Then she did go out she had gone only to the place bottle.'” ! »?, solaire toplo vec son grand I have just mentioned, where the chief part of her It was Poppie's pretty dirty face and wild black *ak amongst the poor lay, Poppie haunting her eyes that looked round the door-post. treft po??
she did, where Lucy was there she saw Poppie. Lucy felt considerably relieved. She replaced 4nd, indeed, if Poppie had any ties to one place the bottle carefully, saying as she rose, moist 111
Eore than a hundred others, that place happened to “I didn't mean to steal it, Poppie. I only saw it I Staines Court, fr
o skis on shining, and wanted to know what it was. Suppose When Lucy came out of Mrs. Morgenstern's, if I push it a little farther in that the sun mayn't be she had only gone the other way, sbe would have able to see it.",,. it, o lli njia yosh nyans bet Poppie coming round the next corner. After Poppie thought this was fun, and showed her Lacy had vanished Poppie had found a penny in white teeth. tol na spferuhisi 11 Airin "LIC I hale gutter, had bought a fresh roll, with it and ,," But it was you I was looking for not in that Gyen the half of it to a child younger than herself, bole, you know," added Lucy, laughing. I is, igandons whom she met at the back of the Marylebone police I think I could get into it, if I was to put my station, and after contemplating the neighbouring clothes off," said Poppie. Tur. Tod churchyard through the railings while they ate Lucy thought it would be a tight fit indeed if her their roll together, and comparing this resting place clothes made apy difference. Le " the dead with the grand Baker Street Cemetery, “Will you come with me?" she said. "I want sebe had judged it time to scamper-back to the you." virour, ignori", teighbourhood of Wyvil Place, that she might have “Yes, lady," answered Poppie, looking though a chance of seeing the beautiful lady as she came as if she would bolt-in a momento nos hiru
at again. As she turned the corner she saw her “Come, then,” said Lucy, approaching her where I walking away towards the station, and after follow- she still stood in the doorway.
Eg ber till she entered it, scudded off for the city, But before she reached her, Poppie seudded, and ad arrived in the neighbourhood of Guild Court was at the bottom of the stair before Lloy recobciore the third train reached Farringdon Street, vered from the surprise of her sudden flight. She
saw at once that it would not do to make persistent | Lucy was sitting in the open waiting room, so advances, or show the least desire to get a hold of weary and disappointed that little would have made her.
i'm 1! | her cry. She had let one train go on the vague When she got to the last landing place on the way chance that the erratic little maiden might yet down, there was Poppie's face waiting for her in show herself, but her last hope was almost gone the door below. Careful as one who fears to startle when, to her great delight, once more she spied the a half-tamed creature with wings, Lucy again ap odd creature peeping round the side of the door. proached her; but she vanished again, and she saw She had presence of mind enough not to rise, lest no more of her till she was at the mouth of the she should startle the human lapwing, and made court. There was Poppie once more, to vanish yet her a sign instead to come to her. This being again. In some unaccountable way she seemed to just what Poppie wished at the momeót, she divine where Lucy was going, and with endless obeyed. She darted up to Lucy, put the piece evanishments still reappeared in front of her, till of red glass into her hand, and would have been she reached the railway station. . And there was no off again like a low-flying swallow, had not Lucy Poppie.. . .
ii, ii. caught her by the arm. Once caught, Poppie never For a moment Lucy was dreadfully disappointed attempted to struggle. On this occasion she oply She had not yet had a chance of trying her powers showed her teeth 'in'a rather constrained smile, and of persuasion upon the child : she had not been stood still. Lucy, however, did not take her hand within arm's length of her. And she stood at from her arm, for she felt that the little phenomenon the station-door, hot, tired, and disappointed with would disappear at once if she did. all the holiday-feeling gone out of her, i " * Poppie," she said, “I want you to come with
Poppie had left her, because she had no magie me." word by which to gain access to the subterranean Poppie only grinned again. So Lucy rose, still regions of the guarded railway. She thought Lucy | holding her by the arm, and went to the ticketwas going back to the great house in Wyvil Place; window and got two second class tickets. Poppie but whether Poppie left her to perform the same went on grinning, and accompanied her down the journey on foot I do not know. She had scarcely stairs without one obstructive motion. ? lost sight of Lucy, however, before she cauglit sight When they were fairly seated in the carriage, of Thomas Worboise turning the corner of a street and there was no longer any danger of her prisoner a hundred yards off. She darted after him, and attempting to escape, Lucy thought of the some caught him by the tail of his coats: He turned on thing Poppie bad given her, at which she had not her angrily, and shook her off.ta: velosipin even looked, so anxious was she to secure her bird.
"The lady,” gasped Poppie; but Thomas would When she saw it, she comprehended it at oncenot listen, and went on his way. Poppie iv her the sign of love, the appeal of a half-savage sister turn was disappointed, and stood "like one forbid." to one of her own 'kind, in whom she dimly recoge But at that very moment her eye fell on something nized her far-off ideal, even then not seeking love in the kennel. She was always finding things, from the higher, only tendering the richest human though they were generally the veriest trities. The gift, simple love, unsought, unbought. Thus penny of that morning was something almost awful fragment dropt by some glazier as he went to mend in its importance. This tiner it was a bit of red the glass door leading into a garden, and picked glass. Now Poppie had quite as much delight in out of the gutter by a beggar girl, who had never coloured glass as Lord Bacon had, who advised that yet thought whether she had had a father or a hedges in great gardens should be adorned on the mother, became in that same girl's hands a some top here and there with broad plates of round thing which the Lord himself, however some of his coloured glass gilt, for the sun to play upon," only interpreters might be shocked at the statement, as she had less of the ways and means of procur- would have recognized as partaking of the character ing what she valued, she valued what she could lay of his own eucharist. And as such, though with her hands upon so much the more. She darted at / out thinking of it after that fashion, it was received the red shine, wiped it on hier frock, sucked it by the beautiful lady. The tears came into lier clean in her mouth, as clean as her bright ivoriés, eyes. Poppie thought she had offended or disand polished it up with her hands, scudding all appointed her, and looked very grave. Lucy saw the time, in the hope that Lucy might be at she bad misunderstood her. There was no one in the station still. Poppie did not seek to analyse the carriage with them. She stooped and kissed her feelings in doing as she did, but what she her. Then the same tears camé, almost for the wanted was to give Lucy her treasure trove. She first time since she had been an infant, into Poppie's never doubted that what was valuable to her would eyes. But just then the train moved" off, and be valuable to a beautiful lady. As little did she although the child by no remark' and do notion imagine how much value, as the gift of a ragged ) evinced astonishment any more than fear, she little personage like herself, that which was all but watched everything with the intensity of an animal worthless would acquire in the eyes of a lady which in new circumstances cannot afford to lose beautiful as Lucy was beautiful with the beauty one moment of circumspection, seeing a true know of a tender human heart.
| ledge of the whole may be indispensable to the