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Her cousin, at length aroused, flung her arms around her neck; and the proud lip which she had left curled with the consciousness of beauty and power, quivered and paled, while she sank awake and weeping on Rose's bosom. Never had the bells of Abbeyweld, within the memory of living man within the memory of old Mrs.
"Oh no!" she replied, covering her face with her hand; "oh no! he is incapable of that. He would have suffered me to leave Abbeyweld free of promise, but I would not." "And do you hold the same faith still Rose? Think, has not what you have seen, and shared in, made you ambitious of something beyond a country life?
In the name of all that is right, dearest Helen, why do you not assert your dignity as a woman, instead of standing upon your rank? Why not, as a woman, boldly and bravely revert to your former position, and at the same time prove your determination to support your present? You were as far from shame as Helen Marsh of Abbeyweld, as you are as the wife of an honourable member. Be yourself.
"If," she added, "you had only the common tact of any other girl, you might have played him a little until the election was over, and then acted as you pleased." This seemed very shocking to Rose, and she would have gone to Abbeyweld immediately, but that she thought it cruel to leave her cousin while she felt she was useful to her.
She wavered in nothing: firm to her love, steady to her principles, right-thinking and clear-sighted, he felt that Rose Dillon of Abbeyweld would have added the dignity of virtue to the dignity of rank, but that her mind was of too high an order to bend to the common influences that lead women along the beaten track of life. They parted to meet no more; and Rose shed tears at their parting.
The good curate admonished the one, and brought forward the other, of the cousins; but what availed his occasional admonishing when counteracted by the weak flattery of Mrs. Myles? Years passed; the lovely children, who tripped hand in hand down the street of Abbeyweld, grew into ripe girlhood, and walked arm in arm the pride and admiration of every villager.
In a week I return to Abbeyweld; I only came to be her nurse in illness, and was induced to remain a little longer because I was useful to her. They will go to the Continent now, and I shall return to my native village." "But," said the gentleman, in a tone of the deepest interest, "shall you really return without regret?" "Without regret? Oh yes!" "Regret nothing?" "Nothing."
How deserted the long street of Abbeyweld appeared; the shadows of the opposite trees and houses lay prostrate across the road the aspect of the village street was lonely, very lonely and sad there was no hum from the school no inquisitive eyes peeped from the casements no echoing steps upon the neatly-gravelled footpath the old elm-tree showed like a mighty giant, standing out against the clear calm sky and there was one star, only one, sparkling amid its branches a diamond of the heavens, shedding its brightness on the earth.
Myles, looking after two exceedingly beautiful children, as they passed hand in hand down the street of the small town of Abbeyweld, to the only school, that had "Seminary for Young Ladies," written in large hand, on a proportionably large card, and placed against the bow window of an ivied cottage.
To be useful, and fulfil well the duties of our native sphere, is the surest way to be happy. Oh! Helen, you do not know what it is; you look too much to the future to enjoy the present; and I have observed it ever since you threw away the handful of jessamine we had gathered at the grey fountain of Abbeyweld, because you could not have moss roses like the squire's daughter."
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