There was no going to Saratoga that summer, no trip to Newport; and when
the gay world congregated there asked for the sprightly girl who had
been with them the season before, and for the old lady who carried her
head so proudly and sported such superb diamonds, the answer was a
mysterious whisper of some dire misfortune or disgrace which had
befallen them, and then the dance and the song in which Charlotte had
ever been the first to join, went on the same as before.
Gradually as Charlotte recovered her strength and her spirits, she began
to wish for some quiet spot where no one knew her, and remembering dear
old Deerwood, now a thousand times more dear since she knew of Walter’s
love, Jessie told her of its shadowy woods, its pleasant walks, its
musical pines with the rustic seat beneath, and Charlotte, pleased with
her rural picture, bade her write and ask if she could come.
So Jessie wrote, and in less than one week’s time two girls walked again
upon the mountain side, or paused by the little grave where Nellie was
buried. Upon the bank close to the mound a single rose was growing,—the
last of the sisterhood. It had been late in unfolding its delicate
leaves, and when at last, it was full blown, Jessie picked it, and
pressing it carefully, sent it with the message, "it grew near Nellie’s
grave," to the weary man whose life was now one of toil and loneliness.
CHAPTER XIV.—THE STRANGER NURSE.
The regular boarders at the —— Hotel were discussing their dinner with
all the haste and greediness which characterizes their Eastern brethren.
The first and second courses had been removed, and the merits of the
dessert were about to be tested when for a moment the operation ceased,
while the operators welcomed back to their midst a middle-aged man, who
for a few weeks had been absent from the city.
That Captain Murdock was a general favorite, could readily be seen by
the heartiness of his greeting from his friends, and that he was worthy
of esteem, none knew better than the hundreds of poor and destitute who
had often been relieved and comforted by his well-filled purse, and
words of genuine sympathy. Possessed of unbounded wealth, he scattered
it about him with no miserly hand, and many a child of poverty blessed
him for the great good done to him.
"Well, captain," said one of the boarders, "glad to see you back. We’ve
been mighty lonesome without you. Found your room occupied, didn’t you?"
"Yes," returned the man addressed as captain, "the landlord tells me he
took the liberty to put the young man in there because the house was so
full. Of course, he couldn’t know that he would be too sick to vacate
the premises in the morning; but it’s all right. I, who have slept so
often on the ground, don’t mind camping on the floor now and then."
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