A Girl in Ten Thousand

  CHAPTER XVII.

  Sister Kate made no objection, and Effie hurried home in a state ofexcitement which she could scarcely restrain. Mrs. Staunton did notexpect her, and the poor girl felt her heart sink low in her breast whenshe saw that her unexpected arrival scarcely gave satisfaction. Therewas a nice white cloth on the table, and a large bunch of flowers in apretty cut-glass jug stood in the center. An attempt at dessert againgraced the board, and Effie noticed that a bottle of sherry and a bottleof port stood on the little sideboard.

  She felt a sense of dismay.

  "Even mother is beginning to keep things from me," she said to herself."It is all George, of course! They did not expect me home to-day, sothey are having a particularly good dinner. Is it possible that evenmother would try to deceive me? Oh, dear, dear! how changed all our lifeis, now that father is no longer here!"

  There had never been the faintest shadow of concealment about the honestdoctor, and while with her husband Mrs. Staunton was the moststraightforward woman imaginable; but, alas! her character was a weakone--she was now completely under George's influence, and George hadlearned to walk in those crooked paths which those who begin to do wrongare always tempted to follow.

  He came in presently, looking particularly handsome and manly. He had ona nice new coat; and his beautifully got-up collar showed off his freshyoung face to the best possible advantage.

  Mrs. Staunton called him up at once for Effie to criticise.

  "Doesn't he look well in a white silk tie?" she said. "I like white tiesbetter than colored ones for him, and they are not so expensive either,for I can wash them myself."

  "I wonder all that washing does not fag you, mother," said Effie.

  Before Mrs. Staunton could reply, Mrs. Robinson appeared with thedinner, and the family sat down to an excellent meal.

  Effie saw quite plainly that it would be useless for her to attempt toexpostulate. Mrs. Staunton, after her first start of unconcealed dismay,was very affectionate to her daughter. She told Effie that she thoughtshe looked a little pale, and wondered whether all that nursing was nottoo much for her.

  "No, mother, I love the work," said Effie.

  "But that is not the question, my love," said Mrs. Staunton, shaking herhead. "The question is this: is it undermining your health?"

  "Well, in any case I should have to earn my living," said Effie. "Icould not possibly afford to do nothing at home. As well earn it as anurse as in any other way, and I love nursing beyond anything else inthe world."

  "You always were an obstinate dear little girl, was she not, George?But, after all, Effie----" Here Mrs. Staunton paused and looked at herson. "I think I might tell Effie?" she said, giving him a bright nod.

  "Oh, I don't suppose there is anything to make a fuss over," repliedGeorge. He colored as he spoke, and looked out of the window. He couldeasily hoodwink his mother, but it was difficult to meet Effie's cleareyes and not to feel sure that she was reading him through, and seeinghim as he really was.

  Agnes jumped up, saying it was full time to go to Sunday school; shecarried off the children with her, and George, his mother, and Effiewere alone.

  "Sit down in your usual chair, George," said his mother. He did so,bringing up the port wine as he spoke, and pouring out a glass, which heinsisted on his mother drinking. He tossed off one or two glasseshimself, after which his eyes grew bright and steady, and a color cameinto his cheeks.

  "Yes, tell Effie," he said.

  "I think you might do so, George; I am so proud of you."

  "No, mother. I like to hear you describing me; you make me feel such anawfully fine fellow."

  George laughed as he spoke.

  "Well, then, Effie," said his mother, "you will in future learn toappreciate our dear George as he deserves. The fact is this: he has justgot a rise in his salary of a whole hundred a year. George is nowearning two hundred a year; and he has arranged, dear fellow, to give meone hundred a year, in order that I may have those little comforts whichhe thinks I require."

  "Is that really true?" said Effie, coloring. "Oh, what splendid news!"She looked eagerly at George as she spoke. She longed to jump up, throwher arms round his neck, and kiss him.

  "Is this true?" she repeated. "Oh, I am so glad! We do want the money sobadly."

  George stooped to flick off a speck of dust which had settled on hisimmaculate shirt-cuff; his eyes would not meet Effie's.

  "Of course it is true," he said in a bravado sort of voice. "You don'tsuppose I would tell mother a lie, do you?"

  "Oh, Effie! how could you doubt him?" said Mrs. Staunton, almost crying.

  "No, mother, I don't doubt him," Effie replied. She walked to thewindow. Her momentary pleasure was over; she knew, just as well as ifGeorge had told her, that the whole thing was a fabrication. If he hadmore money, he was not getting it in his situation. His look, hisattitude, joined to the few words Lawson had said to her, made Effiequite certain on that point. Burning words half rose to her lips, butshe checked them. She did not doubt George. She read the truth in hiseyes; what fell from his lips was nothing.

  Mrs. Staunton kept on talking. "We shall have real comforts at homenow," she said. "I am, as my boy says, a wonderful manager."

  "The best in all the world," interrupted George; "there never was such amother."

  Mrs. Staunton's eyes quite shone with pleasure.

  "What I was thinking was this, Effie," she continued, "that if youreally are not strong enough to go on with your work, we can now affordto keep you at home."

  "Of course we can," said George.

  He had scarcely said these words, half turning his back on Effie as hespoke, when the room door was opened by Mrs. Robinson, and Lawson wasannounced.

  When he saw his friend, George suddenly turned pale. He recoveredhimself in a moment, however, and went forward to meet him, speaking ina loud and bragging voice.

  "Is that you, Lawson? Welcome, old chap. We did not expect you to-day,but we are right glad to see you, of course."

  "You will stay and have tea with us, won't you, Mr. Lawson?" said Mrs.Staunton in her sweet voice.

  "Yes, certainly," said Lawson.

  He had given Effie his hand when he came into the room, but he scarcelylooked at her.

  He sat down near Mrs. Staunton, and began to talk to her in his usualbright way. She yielded after a moment to his charm. Lawson was a youngfellow with a great amount of general information; he had also abundanceof tact, and he knew how to suit his words to Mrs. Staunton'srequirements.

  When George saw his friend talking to his mother, he went up to Effieand stood near her.

  "Come to this end of the room," he said abruptly.

  Effie followed him.

  "I am likely to make quite a pile of money," he said, speaking in a lowvoice and glancing toward his mother. "I know you think badly ofme,--it's awfully hard on a fellow when his sister thinks badly ofhim,--but, nevertheless, I am likely to be in a real good way ofbusiness soon. And what I want to say now is this, Effie. I am anxiousto pay back that L250 which you borrowed for me."

  "I wish you would," said Effie.

  "Well, I dare say I can give you fifty pounds toward it this week.Squire Harvey won't require the whole of the money back at once."

  "Oh, he doesn't require it at all," said Effie. "It is I who require it.It is my honor and the honor of my dead father that demands it. It oughtto be paid back, and you ought to do it."

  "Don't speak so loudly--you do get so excited about things," saidGeorge.

  Effie lowered her voice. Lawson, as he talked to Mrs. Staunton, glancedsharply at her.

  Tea was brought in, and Effie had to take her place at the tea-tray.George's words had made her feel more uncomfortable than ever. It wasabsolute nonsense to suppose that he could be earning money at thisrate.

  After tea, Effie had to go back to the hospital.

  "Good-by mother," she said. "I won't see you now for a fortnight."

  Mrs. Staunton got up and put her feeble old ar
ms round her daughter'sneck. "Good-by, my darling," she said. "Take care of yourself; don'toverwork yourself. Remember it is unnecessary. You have got a home, anda dear, noble, faithful brother to provide for you."

  "Yes, Effie, you are heartily welcome to all that I can give you," saidGeorge in a lofty tone.

  Effie pressed her lips to her mother's, kept her arms for one momentround her neck, and then turned away with tears in her eyes.

  "Good-by, George," she said, holding out her hand.

  "I'll see you back to the hospital," said George.

  "Don't do that. It is a beautiful evening; mother would like you to takea walk with her."

  "And I'd have the greatest pleasure in seeing Miss Effie home, if shewould let me," said Lawson.

  George hesitated for a moment. For some reason, which was more thanevident, he did not want Effie to be alone with his friend.

  He looked at his mother. She did not catch his eye, or she would haveread his wish by instinct. The evening was really very fine, and sheliked to walk round the square leaning on George's arm. When wellenough, too, she liked him to take her to church.

  "I think I'd enjoy a little walk with you, George," she said. "Theevening is quite like spring--Wonderful weather for so near Christmas;the air is as mild and soft as milk; and as Mr. Lawson has so kindlypromised to see Effie back, perhaps you'd come?"

  "All right," said George. "By-by, Effie; you'll hear from me, perhaps,in the course of the week."

  Effie went downstairs, followed by Lawson. As soon as ever they got out,he looked her full in the face.

  "You must be greatly amazed," he said, "at my presuming to bother youabout your family affairs."

  "Oh, no!" she replied. "I think you are kind, but your words have mademe very anxious."

  "Then," said Lawson, "you see for yourself that things are not allright."

  "I have known that for some time."

  "George is a great friend of mine," continued Lawson. "We saw a gooddeal of each other when he first came to town--he was a right jolly sortof fellow then; it was only about six months ago that, all of a sudden,he seemed to change. I suppose he took up with some bad companions, butI really can't say for certain."

  "But what about him now?" said Effie, in a voice almost irritable withanxiety. "Have you anything fresh to tell me?"

  "You heard him, probably, say to your mother that he had a rise ofsalary?"

  "Yes."

  "The fact is," continued Lawson, "I know that not to be true."

  Effie also in her heart of hearts knew it not to be true, but she couldnot bear to hear a stranger abuse her brother.

  "How can you be sure?" she said, somewhat inconsistently.

  "How can I be sure?" he retorted. "This is not a matter of sentiment, Ihappen to know. George is working with a relative, it is true, but Mr.Gering is one of the hardest men in the City. Everyone who understandshim knows the system on which he works, and a relative has no morechance with him than another. George will have to take his rise step bystep at something like the rate of ten pounds a year. Perhaps he hastold your mother that he has had quite a large rise."

  "He said a hundred a year; he said he was now receiving two hundred ayear."

  "What is to be done?" said Lawson, "Something ought to be done to stopit. Your mother will certainly live beyond her means, and then you willall get into no end of a mess. Do forgive me for taking an interest; thefact is, George was a great friend of mine once."

  "Oh, please don't give him up!" said Effie. "If good men turn againsthim, what chance has he, poor fellow?"

  "I won't, if you wish me to look after him," said Lawson, giving her aquick glance.

  At this moment two nurses from St. Joseph's Hospital, who were crossingthe street, saw Effie. They noticed her earnest face, the sparkle in hereyes; they also observed the glance which the handsome young medicalstudent gave her. The women nudged one another, smiled, and went on.

  Effie never saw them.

  "Let us walk a little faster," said Lawson, who was not so unobservant.He felt vexed that the women should see him with Effie, but now that hewas with her he must at least unburden his mind.

  "George told me," said Effie,--"perhaps it is not wrong to repeat it toyou,--that he is likely to make a great deal of money."

  "Did he? Did he tell you that--did he happen to say how much?"

  "Well, he spoke as if money were very easily earned," said Effie. "Hesaid something about getting fifty pounds this week."

  "I must tell you the truth," said Lawson. "There's no help for it. Yourbrother will go straight to the bad if he is not rescued, and that atonce."

  "What do you mean? Oh, how you frighten me!"

  Effie's face was as white as a sheet.

  "I am ever so sorry," said Lawson; "but what is the use of keeping backthe truth? George has had no rise of salary--indeed, if he is notcareful, he is mother has gone far beyond our means. She hasn't[Transcriber's note: text of this paragraph in original is as shown andends abruptly at this point.]

  "Then how does he get his money?"

  "He gets it by gambling."

  "Gambling! Oh, no! oh, no!" said Effie.

  She had the horror of that vice which a pure-minded, well-brought-upgirl must ever have.

  "It is true," said Lawson; "it gives me the greatest pain to tell youanything so bad of your brother, but there's no help for it."

  "But how do you know?" interrupted Effie.

  "I know by the best of evidence. I have had my suspicions for some time,but I happened to see him coming out of one of those places lastweek--yes, I must tell you, I saw him coming out of a gambling den. Ithink he goes night after night. At present he is winning more than heloses, but that is always the game for drawing fellows on."

  "It must be stopped," said Effie. She felt quite faint and sick. If hermother knew this it would kill her on the spot.

  They had nearly reached the hospital, and Effie turned and facedLawson.

  "You don't half know what this means to me," she said. "George is notexactly like an ordinary brother. When my father died quite suddenly ofdiphtheria some months ago, he left my mother in George's care. IfGeorge goes to the bad now, she will certainly die; you must havenoticed for yourself how she is wrapped up in him."

  "Yes; no one could fail to notice it. I think her love for himbeautiful; and he loves her, too. Poor fellow! that is his greatredeeming point."

  "Oh, I don't call it real love," said Effie, almost with passion--"todeceive her as he does--to do wrong, and that sort of wrong. Oh, I thinkmy heart will break!"

  Tears choked her voice, she had the greatest possible difficulty inkeeping them back. Lawson took out his watch.

  "You are not late," he said. "Let us take a turn round this square."

  They had entered an old-fashioned square where there were very fewpeople. They walked round and round the dismal central garden for sometime. Lawson talked, and Effie listened. After a time they decided thatGeorge's perilous downward career must be stopped at any cost. Lawsonsaid he would make it his business to see George the following evening,to tell him quite frankly what he knew, and, in short, to compel him, ifnecessary, to do what was right.

  "He'll be obstinate," said Effie--"I know he'll be hard to deal with.Oh, what shall we do?--what shall we do? I am quite certain that alreadymy mother has gone far beyond our means. She hasn't been half carefulenough since I left her. If George stops getting money in this wayshe'll wonder and question. I doubt very much whether you can have theleast influence over him. What is to be done?"

  "Don't be so down-hearted," said Lawson. "He requires a man to tacklehim--a man who really knows the temptations young fellows meet. Ifyou'll allow me to say so, Miss Staunton, I don't think the case quitehopeless; anyhow, you may be quite sure I'll do my best for him."

  "Thank you," said poor Effie; "you are more than good, and I do trustyou." She hurried back to the hospital; but, to her dismay, when she gotthere, found that she was a quarter of an hour late. br />
  Absolute punctuality in returning from any outdoor pleasure is expectedfrom all nurses. She hurried upstairs, hoping that she might gain herroom, put on her cap and apron, and return to the ward before SisterKate had time to miss her. This might have been the case--for SisterKate had been very much occupied with some anxious cases during theafternoon--had not one of the nurses, who had a spite against Effie forbeing prettier and cleverer than herself, drawn Sister Kate's attention,to the fact that the young probationer was behind her time. This nursehad seen Effie walking with Lawson. Immediately her spirit of jealousyand envy was up in arms; she did not for a moment consider what injuryshe might do the poor girl by her false and unkind words.

  "Nurse Staunton is late," she said. "I don't know how I am possibly toget the ward in order for the night unless I have some help."

  "I must speak to her," said Sister Kate, glancing at the clock, andlooking a little annoyed. "This wasn't her Sunday to go out, either. Icannot let the rules be broken in this way. Let me know as soon as evershe comes in."

  "I suppose there's some excuse to be made for her," said the nurse,speaking in a knowing way. "She's a very careful, good sort of girl, butthere _are_ times when the best of us forget ourselves."

  The woman knew that Sister Kate would interpret her words as she wishedher to do. She went off in a hurry to perform her duties, and when Effieentered the ward, Sister Kate received her with marked coldness.

  "You are very late, nurse," she said. "Where have you been?"

  "I have been at home with my mother."

  "Was your mother ill? Is that your excuse for being behind your time?"

  "No; mother was well--better than she has been for some time."

  "Then why are you late?"

  "The fact is, I was walking with a friend, and forgot to notice thehour."

  "That's no excuse. You have certainly behaved very carelessly, and haveput the other nurses out by not being in time to take your duties. Whowas the friend with whom you were walking?"

  Sister Kate had no right to ask this question, but she felt muchprovoked at the moment, and the color which rushed all over Effie's faceexcited her curiosity.

  "Perhaps you'll think I did wrong," said Effie, looking up at her almostdefiantly. "The friend was Mr. Lawson. He knows my brother very well; hewas talking to me about him. I cannot refuse to speak to him when I seehim out of doors, can I?"

  "Don't be pert, nurse! You know it is one of the strictest rules of thehospital that none of the nurses are to speak to the medical students."

  "I know; and I don't wish to speak to him in the hospital."

  "See you don't, or you'll be dismissed at once; in fact, the less youknow of any of the medical students, the better for you. I am very sorrythat this young man knows your brother. I should not have had anythingto do with you, had I been aware of this fact."

  "How absurd and unjust!" murmured Effie under her breath. She turnedaway--she felt absolutely cross.

  Sister Kate called her back.

  "Now, bustle about," she said. "The supper-trays want to be taken away;the women are perfectly tired of waiting to be settled for the night."

  Effie moved mechanically about her duties. Her heart felt sick. She didnot think she could remain much longer under Sister Kate's care. "If shetreats me like this," thought the proud girl, "I cannot endure it. Mr.Lawson is nothing to me--he is only my brother's friend. He is good, andwants to help us in an hour of great perplexity. What shall I do? I feeltied and fettered in every way."

  She laid her head on her pillow only to burst into tears. She criedherself to sleep. All the world seemed black to her.