Edna’s Sacrifice and Other Stories is a Webnovel created by Frances Henshaw Baden.
This lightnovel is currently completed.
“You are right, my boy–and how about wine or ale?”
“Nothing of the kind, uncle.”
“Total abstinence, is it, Henry?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I knew you were a temperate man, as is Charley. But he takes his ale, I notice,” said Uncle Hiram.
“Yes, I wish he did not; a man has no idea how such little things, as he thinks them, draw upon his purse.”
“I know, I know!” said Uncle Hiram. And he no longer wondered at the difference in Charley’s and Henry’s style of living. And so he had a good talk with Charley, and showed him how Henry, with the same salary, could keep two servants and beautify his home, and he not be able “to keep his head above water,” to use his own expression.
“Yes, my boy, the cause is just this–the difference between _temperance_ and _total_ abstinence. You’ll try it now, will you not, for your wife’s sake?” said Uncle Hiram.
“Indeed I will, sir, and with many thanks to you for opening my eyes,”
answered Charley, who really loved his wife, but was thoughtless, and never for a moment had considered himself at all responsible for Nellie’s failing health, strength and beauty.
When Uncle Hiram’s next visit was made, he saw, before he entered the house, that Charley had kept his word. And when Nellie’s joyous greeting was sounding in his ear he knew then that all was “just as it should be” with Nellie, as well as Ada. And the grateful little wife knew to whom she was indebted for the happy change, and blessed Uncle Hiram for it.
WHAT HE LEFT
“I know not of the truth, d’ye see, I tell the tale as ’twas told to me.”
Mark Brownson was dying, slowly, but surely, so the physician told his wife, and advised that if he had any business to settle, it should not be delayed.
“He is sinking, and even now I see his mind is, at times, a little clouded. However, I suppose there is nothing of importance that he should consider,” said the doctor.
“He has made no will,” said Mrs. Brownson,
“Is that necessary? I did not know–“
“I think it is very necessary, doctor, for his children’s welfare. Not that I think it at all likely there can be any contest about what Mr.
Brownson has. Yet to provide against any future troubles, it would be prudent, I think.”
The good doctor a.s.sented, but looked much surprised.
And well he might. No one imagined old Mark Brownson had anything to will. But he was a very eccentric man; and the economical style of his establishment was likely one of his notions.
“Are you suffering much pain now, Mark?” asked Mrs. Brownson, a few moments after, when she was seated at her husband’s bedside.
“Yes, yes; give me my composing draught–the opium–anything to relieve me,” answered the suffering man.
His wife obeyed, and after his groaning and restlessness had ceased, she said:
“I want to talk to you, Mark. Can you listen now?”
A nodded a.s.sent gave her permission to proceed.
“Do you not think it would be as well for you to express your wishes with regard to the disposition of your stocks and other effects? You may outlive me, Mark, and this thing not be necessary, still I think it better to attend to such business,” said Mrs. Brownson, closely watching the effect her words might have on the sufferer.
She had feared possibly they might shock him severely, but depending much on the favorable influence of the opiate, she had ventured on the business she considered so important.
A look of satisfaction replaced the anxiety of a moment before. She had no longer cause for fear. Calmly Mark Brownson heard her suggestion, and said, in a feeble voice:
“What have I to will?”
“Why, dear, you forget. Your long sickness and the opium–no wonder!
There is the stock in the ‘Liverpool Steamship Company,’ and that in the ‘Australian Mining Company.’ Surely you have not forgotten your large amount in our State bonds? And how much you have in ‘Fire and Life Insurance stock’ I cannot just remember now. However, by reference to the papers I can tell.”
Again she watched her husband’s face. It only expressed a rather puzzled brain, as though he was trying to remember.
“You have such papers? I cannot think,” he said.
“Don’t try to, dear. It is not necessary. I will just look over your papers, and make a statement; and when I read them over to you in presence of the lawyer, you can a.s.sent. You wish an equal division between myself and our daughters, I know. Is it not so?”
“Yes, yes. You are always right,” murmured her husband.
“There, dear, go to sleep now. Some time when you are easy we will fix this,” said Mrs. Brownson.
And the next day, at an hour when she knew her husband’s mind was best prepared, a lawyer was summoned, and a statement of stocks and bonds to the amount of two hundred thousand dollars placed before him, and Mark Brownson expressed his wish to have an equal division of his effects made between his wife and two children.
The will was made, and duly signed and witnessed by two of the nearest neighbors and the only domestic, a worthy woman who had been with Mrs.
Brownson for many years.
A few days more, and Mark Brownson had pa.s.sed from earth.
Many wondered at the very quiet and unostentatious style of the last services for him; but the widow had said:
“In death it shall be with him as he always preferred in life.”
And then when all was over, and the summer months were coming, Mrs.
Brownson sold out the modest little establishment, and, with her daughters and their faithful servant, went to board by the seash.o.r.e, at a very fashionable resort; but, of course, not to mingle in the gay festivities of the season, only to recruit her health, which was very much impared by long attention to her suffering husband, and to have the girls escape the heat and dust of the city.
A few days after they were settled in their new abode, Mrs. Brownson said to her attendant:
“Margaret, you were very much surprised by hearing Mr. Brownson’s will.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am, indeed I was.”
“Well, Margaret, I do not wish you to mention anything about it down here. Mr. Brownson, you know, never let it be known to the world. And so it must be for the present. I do not wish my daughters to be married for anything but their own good qualities. They are good and beautiful enough to marry well, without having any other inducements for suitors. Now, Margaret, you know just how I feel, and what I mean?” said the anxious mother.
“Certainly I do! And I feel as much concerned about my beautiful young ladies as you do, ma’am. Never fear but I will look out for their interest,” answered the worthy woman.
And to do as she said, to the best of her understanding, Margaret set out for a walk on the beach, with some of the other servants and their escorts, the waiters from the hotel. And before the next noon it was well known what a good chance there was for two young men to win as beautiful wives as ever were seen, to say nothing of the other greater attractions.