The Maid of Maiden Lane by Amelia E. Barr (adventure books to read TXT) 📖

“SO! Thy mother was Dutch. Every one cannot be English—a God’s mercy they cannot! Now, then, thy grandfather is coming; thy trouble tell to him. Good advice he will give thee.”

Senator Van Heemskirk however went first into his garden and gathering great handfuls of white narcissus and golden daffodils, he called a slave woman and bade her carry them to the Semple house, and lay them in, and around, his friend’s coffin. One white lily he kept in his hand as he came towards his wife and grandson, with eyes fixed on its beauty.

“Lysbet,” he said,—but he clasped George’s hand as he spoke—“My Lysbet, if in the Dead Valley of this earth grow such heavenly flowers as this, we will not fear the grave. It is only to sleep on the breast that gives us the lily and the rose, and the wheat, and the corn. Oh, how sweet is this flower! It has the scent of Paradise.”

He laid it gently down while he put off his fine broadcloth coat and lace ruffles and assumed the long vest and silk skull cap, which was his home dress; then he put it in a buttonhole of his vest, and seemed to joy himself in its delicate fragrance. With these preliminaries neither Joris nor Lysbet interfered; but when he had lit his long pipe and seated himself comfortably in his chair, Lysbet said—

“Where hast thou been all this afternoon?”

“I have been sealing up my friend’s desk and drawers until his sons arrive. Very happy he looks. He is now ONE OF THOSE THAT KNOW.”

“Well, then, after the long strife, ‘He Rests.’”

“Men have written it. What know they about it? Rest would not be heaven to my friend Alexander Semple. To work, to be up and doing His Will, that would be his delight.”

“I wonder, Joris, if in the next life we shall know each other?”

“My Lysbet, in this life do we know each other?”

“I think not. Here has come our dear Joris full of trouble to thee, for his father has said such things as I could not have believed. Joris, tell thy grandfather what they are.”

And this time George, being very sure of hearty sympathy, told his tale with great feeling—perhaps even with a little anger. His grandfather listened patiently to the youth’s impatience, but he did not answer exactly to his expectations.

“My Joris,” he said, “so hard it is to accept what goes against our wishes. If Cornelia Moran you had not met, would your father’s desires be so impossible to you? Noble and generous would they not seem—”

“But I have seen Cornelia, and I love her.”

“Two or three times you have seen her. How can you be sure that you love her?”

“In the first hour I was sure.”

“Of nothing are we quite sure. In too great a hurry are you. Miss Moran may not love you. She may refuse ever to love you. Her mind you have not asked. Beside this, in his family her father may not wish you. A very proud man is Doctor John.”

“Grandfather, I may be an earl some day.”

“An English earl. Doctor John may not endure to think of his only child living in that far-off country. I, myself, know how this thought can work a father to madness. And, again, your Cousin Annie may not wish to marry you.”

“Faith, sir, I had not thought of myself as so very disagreeable.”

“No. Vain and self-confident is a young man. See, then, how many things may work this way, that way, and if wise you are you will be quiet and wait for events. One thing, move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest. Now I shall just say a word or two on the other side. If your father is so set in his mind about the Hydes, let him do the justice to them he wishes to do; but it is not right that he should make YOU do it for him.”

“He says that only I can give Annie justice.”

“But that is not good sense. When the present Earl dies, and she is left an orphan, who shall prevent your father from adopting her as his own daughter, and leaving her a daughter’s portion of the estate? In such case, she would be in exactly the same position as if her brother had lived and become earl. Is not that so?”

“My dear, dear grandfather, you carry wisdom with you! Now I shall have the pleasure to propose to my father that he do his own justice! O wise, wise grandfather! You have made me happy to a degree!”

“Very well, but say not that I gave you such counsel. When your father speaks to me, as he is certain to do, then I will say such and such words to him; but my words in your mouth will be a great offence; and very justly so, for it is hard to carry words, and carry nothing else. Your dear mother—how is she?”

“Well and happy. She builds, and she plants, and the days are too short for her. But my father is not so happy. I can see that he is wearied of everything.”

“Not here, is his heart. It is in England. And no longer has he great hopes to keep him young. If of Liberty I now speak to him, he has a smile so hopeless that both sad and angry it makes me. No faith has he left in any man, except Washington; and I think, also, he is disappointed that Washington was not crowned King George the First.”

“I can assure you, sir, that others share his disappointment. Mr. Adams would not object to be Duke of New York, and even little Burr would like a lordship.”

“I have heard; my ears are not dull, nor my eyes blind. But too much out of the world lives your father; men who do so grow unfit to live in the world. He dreams dreams impossible to us—impossible to France—and then he says ‘Liberty is a dream.’ Well, well, Life also is a dream—when we awake—”

Then he ceased speaking, and there was silence until Lysbet Van Heemskirk said, softly, “When we awake, WE SHALL BE SATISFIED.”

Van Heernskirk smiled at his wife’s cheerful assurance, and continued, “It is true, Lysbet, what you say; and even here, in our dreaming, what satisfaction! As for me, I expect not too much. The old order and the new order fight yet for the victory; and what passes now will be worth talking about fifty years hence.”

“It is said, grandfather, that the Dutch church is anti-Federal to a man.”

“Not true are such sayings. The church will be very like old Van Steenwyck, who boasts of his impartiality, and who votes for the Federals once, and for the anti-Federals once, and the third time does not vote at all. If taken was the vote of the Church, it would be six for the Federals and half-a-dozen for the anti-Federals.”

“Mr. Burr—”