The Rector of St. Marks | Page 4

except that they seem to have grown wide since I saw her before.
Can it be these horrid people have set her to milking the cows?
This was what Mrs. Meredith thought that first evening after her arrival
at the farmhouse, and she had not materially changed her mind when
the next afternoon she went with Anna down to the Glen, for which she
affected a great fondness, because she thought it was romantic and
girlish to do so, and she was far being past the period when women
cease caring for youth and its appurtenances. She had criticised Anna's
taste in dress--had said that the belt she selected did not harmonize with
the color of the muslin she wore, and suggested that a frill of lace about
the neck would be softer and more becoming than the stiff white linen
collar.
"But in the country it does not matter," she said. "Wait till I get you to
New York, under Madam Blank's supervision, and then we shall see a
transformation such as will astonish the humble Hanoverians."
This was up in Anna's room, and when the Glen was reached Mrs.
Meredith continued the conversation, telling Anna of her plans for
taking her first to New York, where she was to pass through a
reformatory process with regard to dress. Then they were going to
Saratoga, where she expected her niece to reign supreme; both as a
beauty and a belle.
"Whatever I have left at my death I shall leave to you," she said;
"consequently you will pass as an heiress expectant, and with all these
aids I confidently expect you to make a brilliant match before the
winter season closes, if, indeed, you do not before you leave Saratoga."
"Oh, aunt," Anna exclaimed, her brown eyes flashing with unwonted
brilliancy, and the rich color mantling her cheek. "You surely are not
taking me to Saratoga on such a shameful errand as that?"
"Shameful errand as what?" Mrs. Meredith asked, looking quickly up,
while Anna replied:

"Trying to find a husband. I cannot go if you are, much as I have
anticipated it. I should despise and hate myself forever. No, aunt, I
cannot go."
"Nonsense, child. You don't know what you are saying," Mrs. Meredith
retorted, feeling intuitively that she must change her tactics and keep
her real intentions concealed if she would lead her niece into the snare
laid for her.
Cunningly and carefully for the next half hour she talked, telling Anna
that she was not to be thrust upon the notice of any one--that she herself
had no patience with those intriguing mammas who push their bold
daughters forward, but that as a good marriage was the ultima thule of a
woman's hopes, it was but natural that she, as Anna's aunt, should wish
to see her well settled in life, and settled, too, near herself, where they
could see each other every day.
"Of course, there is no one in Hanover whom you, as a Ruthven, would
stoop to marry," she said, fixing her eyes inquiringly upon Anna, who
was pulling to pieces the wild flowers she had gathered, and thinking of
that twilight hour when she had talked with their young clergyman as
she never talked before. Of the many times, too, when they had met in
the cottages of the poor, and he had walked slowly home with her,
lingering by the gate, as if loth to say good-by, she thought, and the life
she had lived since he first came to Hanover, and she learned to blush
when she met the glance of his eye, looked fairer far than the life her
aunt, had marked out as the proper one for a Ruthven.
"You have not told me yet. Is there any one in Hanover whom you
think worthy of you?" Mrs. Meredith asked, just as a footstep was
heard, and the rector of St. Mark's came round the rock where they
were sitting.
He had called at the farmhouse, bringing the letter, and with it a book
of poetry, of which Anna had asked the loan.
Taking advantage of her guest's absence, Grandma Humphreys had
gone to a neighbor's after a recipe for making a certain kind of cake of

which Mrs. Meredith was very fond, and only Esther, the servant, and
Valencia, the smart waiting maid, without whom Mrs. Meredith never
traveled, were left in charge.
"Down in the Glen with Mrs. Meredith. Will you be pleased to wait
while I call them?" Esther said, in reply to the rector's inquiries for
Miss Ruthven.
"No, I will find them myself," Mr. Leighton rejoined. Then, as he
thought how impossible it would be to give the letter to Anna in the
presence of her aunt, he slipped it into the book which