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a little man, puffing, elbowing, and dragging| waska, for the features of the landscape through. through the crowd, as a tug-boat draws a ship, out the settlement are much the same. At ina tall lass, with features and gown like an army tervals a huge wind-mill threw out its long arms nurse's, and places her in position. Two more to the breeze, and turned slowly around. Here couples follow, and the set is complete. Now was another chapel. Anon a sparkling stream all is hushed save an occasional whisper. No crossed the road and tumbled into the St. John. one smiles. It is as solemn as a Quaker meet- But all was quiet, profoundly quiet. Would the ing. The dance commences with a preliminary denizen of the busy metropolis obtain some idea shuffle, the partners facing each other, and so of perfect tranquillity, let him visit the ancient, close that a hoop might be slipped over the two. peaceful settlement of Madawaska. Then heel and toe begin to tap, slowly at first,
The travelers did not tarry long among this but soon faster and faster, and louder and loud- peculiar people, for Cliquot, though interested er, until they rattle on like a frightened loco- at first, soon found the country “ too dooced motive, or a watch with a broken mainspring- slow," and buckwheat bread and garlic did not never ceasing, scarcely moving from the spot, agree with Penman's digestion. One fine mornbut bobbing up and down with distressing per- ing found them seated upon the top of an H. B. severance, until the breath comes short. Then M. mail-coach, rattling over the hard and level they shift positions and repeat, cross over and road that runs beside the St. John to Woodstock repeat, back to place and repeat. The music and Frederickton. flags, tired nature demands a pause, the watch At Tobique they watched the Micmacs spearruns down, and they give place to others. During salmon by torchlight, and would fain have ing a lull conversation revives, and frequent re- lingered there a while. That they did not, was sort is had to a cupboard in the adjoining room. doubtless for good and sufficient reasons best The maitre de danse approaches, and addresses known to themselves. Upon the deck of the the strangers with a smile:
steamer that runs to the city of St. John they “If you wish some rum, here it is. Help often recalled the little incidents of their jouryourselves. Or if you wish to dance I will get ney, and they will ever remember with pleasure you partners. We desire that you should enjoy their visit to the wild Aroostook and the peaceyourselves. Don't go away dissatisfied." ful Madawaska.
Anon the dancing is resumed, and the warbling and fiddling in the corner begins again.
5 Another half hour of patient, laborious gayety
CHEN the war fidgeting. Unconciously his feet begin to tap to the music, for the jig is really a lively one. He We laid on the altar of our country every old watches each motion of the dancers, and chafes towel, sheet, and table-cloth that we could spare, like a steed under the curb. Presently the and some that we could not. We rolled banddancing ceases, but the music still goes on. ages, we folded compresses. “Capable” ones The arena is clear. Penman makes a bound into among us stood scissors in hand the livelong the middle of the ring, bows, and commences a afternoon, and cut out drawers and shirts of that lively “walk around." The fiddle at once catches Brobdignagian pattern which the hospital directhe inspiration, and scrapes with redoubled vigor. tions called for. Matron and maid and sewThe crowd presses nearer. Now he wheels to ing-machines worked vigorously in the makingplace, shufiles, and warms up to his work with up. And round the tables sat the younger army, every limb and muscle in motion. Down go his their bright hair tucked away in nets, their arms feet with a clatter like a threshing machine. and shoulders protected by gay sacks, each group He twists, thumps, twirls, and pirouettes through a pretty bit of color that an artist might have jig, hornpipe, recl, and the whole alphabet of joyed to study. (Unluckily we have no artists fancy steps, executed in double-shuffle and pig- but“ Daguerreian" ones, to whom color does not con-wing, and finally winds up with an inimit- matter much.) Scrape, scrape went their knives, able pas seul amidst the acclamations of the ad- fast as the chatter of their youthful tongues, and miring throng. Never was there such a “break- higher and higher rose the fleecy snow of lint. down” in Madawaska. Now he wipes his brow All was activity, good-humor, and achievement. and retires, the crowd opening a passage for this As summer went on domestic wines flowed new star in the Arcadian firmament. Present-in; dozens of pairs of neat hospital slippers ly the master of ceremonies looks for him in his walked up the hall-stairs into our boxes. Jelaccustomed seat, but he has vanished like a lies, a sparkling mass of tremulous garnet; dried meteor from the heavens. Cliquot has gone fruits, that held in their shriveled plumpness too.
gallons of refreshment for the sick and weary, All night long the fiddle fiddles, the dancers arrived from every quarter of the compass. With dance, and when the morning dawns upon the winter storms came on the gray yarn socks and few who still linger, moving feebly and well- mittens, the votive tributes of pillow and comnigh exhausted, the two strangers are far on forter, that were to make our soldiers' hardships their way up the smoothly-flowing river. a little more endurable.
Little of incident occurred to vary their some- Our society was unlike all societies known to what monotonous journey through the Mada- past ages. A strife for office is traditional in such bodies, but here were three venerable ladies, "Why not take ‘London Assurance ?!” sugeach declaring she would not be the President. gested Marian Hall. “Or something of Mr. You have heard of gossip at such meetings; but Boucicault's? I suppose every one of his is very poor fun did they realize who went to our good.” gatherings hungry for a bit of piquant scandal. “But they are all too long-regular plays. Solid work was the order of the day, varied with We want something short and interesting-and news of "our boys," and the like congenial I don't know where to find it." themes. And I suppose every little village of “ Are you not too fastidious ?" said Frank a thousand souls held similar conclaves. Such, Hall. “In such a cause I am sure your audimy friends, is the golden bond of patriotism. ence will not be critical.” We look back on our record with the proud “Perhaps not,” returned Emma, “but we do consciousness that if Secretaries in the Cabinet not wish to make too great demands upon their and Generals in the field had wrought toward charity. When the entertainment is just as their object with the same harmony and enthu- good as ever we can get it, then they must make siasm that we gave to ours, the "ninety days" allowances for any failure. As for this particuwould be very nearly over. I trust there is no- lar matter, I've looked through all the old School thing in that sentence to call for a suspension Dialogues and Orators, and written to every girl of habeas corpus!
I know that ever was concerned in an academy But financial difficulties arose. Mr. Chase exhibition, and can get no help at all. They was troubled for the sinews of war, and so were have forgotten what pieces they used, or don't we. Gold went up to 170, and Canton flannel know where to find them, and the few I can get to three shillings. Our subscriptions, paid in ev- are either trashy or worn out. Nothing is to be ery fortnight, did not meet the exigency. There had; and yet we must have something, or the were full meetings and scanty work; three ladies whole affair will fall through.” to every shirt, four hands ready to pounce on ev- “Desperate cases require desperate remedies,” ery button-hole or knitting-needle that showed said Frank. “I don't see but I must write you itself. In this strait we paused. There was no one myself.” Congress to give us a hundred millions or so, “Oh, Frank, if you would !” said his cousin but a fairer ally came to our aid. No factious Marian. House or tiresome Senate, but a graceful repre- “ And oh, Mr. Hall, how good of you!" sentation from the youthful patriotism of the chorused the girls. Emma alone said notown. The girls said they would get up an thing. entertainment-tableaux vivans, charades, and Frank Hall was a young man whom Fate what not—and give the proceeds to the soci- brought to our village about this time. Woundety. Admirable idea! Swift imagination be- ed at Fair Oaks, he had a tedious recovery, and held the Hall lit up and crowded, chairs in the was even now unfit to be about, though very alleys, twenty on every settee designed for twelve, anxious to consider himself ready to rejoin the and a stream of people and dollars still pouring, regiment. His aunt and cousin Marian petted pouring steadily in.
him to the last degree; with the girls he was
of course a hero. Women delight in a military “Well, girls, what shall we have ?” said coat, and Frank's uniform of captain became Emma Morris, despondently.
his tall form exceedingly. His paleness, too, Emma Morris is as pretty a maiden as we was very interesting, especially when you reown. To describe her by alliteratives, she is membered what had caused it. It is a good straight, slender, and seventeen; she is blonde, deal to his credit, I think, that, amidst all the blooming, and benevolent–in this instance at fêting of which he was the object, he still longed any rate.
She worked, figuratively speaking, to get back to camp—to hard-tack and hemlock “like a Trojan" for our soldiers.
brush. The course of events had not run quite as “So that is settled !” said Helen Vesey, with smooth for our young friends as their zeal de- an air of satisfaction. “Such a load off my served. It was desirable to vary the tableaux mind! I lay awake half the night wondering and charades by some spirited colloquy. I do what we could possibly do.” not know whether the world at large understands “You must not be too sanguine,” responded the nature of a colloquy as we understand it up Frank. "Perhaps I shall not be able to get here in the country. It is a compromise be- up any thing to please you.” tween a dialogue and a drama, offending not “There's no danger about that,” said Helen, the strictest anti-theatric virtue. Deacons can contentedly. And Marian advised her cousin be present at it; nay, it is frequently enacted not to put on airs of false modesty. on temporary “boards” within a church itself, “You do not express any opinion, Miss though that is a mingling of things sacred and Morris," observed Frank. "I'm afraid you profane which I, for one, should never counte- haven't the confidence in my powers which the nance. It affords some little scope for the dis- other young ladies are good enough to feel.” play of talent, and as good a field as any for the "You are mistaken,” said Emma, coloring a display of dress. On this particular occasion, little. unfortunately, an acceptable one was nowhere " That is a very feeble disclaimer. Confess, to be found.
now, that you are suspicious of amateur play
wrights, and dread that my work will bring | idea of the trouble it required—and then supcontempt on your performance."
posing we should fail!" “On the contrary I have entire faith in your “We mustn't,” said Emma, decidedly. “We abilities. If I did not speak it was because so have promised the Society, and it is too late now many voices rendered mine unnecessary. I am to talk of giving up. I know there is a great sure we are all very much obliged to you," she deal of labor involved, and it all seems confused added, after a slight pause.
now, but we shall arrange it by-and-by. PeoFrank was not quite pleased with this ac- ple have done such things before, and why can knowledgment, which he considered rather tardy they not again? And why not we as well as and formal. Especially as the little service others ?” had been offered entirely with a view of pleasing “ Bravo!” said Frank. “Go on, Miss Morris. her.
I will aid you to the best of my ability." “I don't think you ought to call yourself an “Thank you.” She replied so cordially that amateur, Frank," observed his cousin. “I am the young captain forgave her previous indiffer. sure I've read very nice things of yours in ence. print."
Work now began in earnest.
Old maga“Nonsense, Marian ; be quiet!” he exclaim-zines and volumes of engravings were ransacked ed: while the girls were delightedly curious to for striking pictures : one after another was pro. know what these “nice things” were.
posed and attempted; difficulties arose and were “Oh, the merest stuff. ‘Lines to my Shoul- put down; something like terra firma began to der-straps ;' 'Rhapsody on a view of Drill at appear in the sea of uncertainty. The musical Sunrise.' "
portion took sweet counsel together over solo, “How can you be so absurd, Frank? You duet, quartette, and trio; violin, piano, guitar, know it was not in the least like that."
were canvassed with reference to their availabili. “No, it wasn't. It was very profound, very ties. Every one was willing to be useful, nobrilliant, very striking altogether. I am like body anxious for display: so things promised somebody's hero, Miss Vesey-I can't now re- to arrange themselves in time. member whose; he wrote articles that had been “Oh!” said Nellie Snow, suddenly, “we must refused by our very best Magazines."
certainly have a statue." “And accepted, too, I fancy,” said Helen. “A statue?” asked every body. “How is Frank was disposed to drop the subject; at the that ?" same time he was rather piqued that Emma “Why, when I was in Fulton last winter manifested no interest whatever. “I suppose they got up an entertainment to cushion the she considers my poetasting quite beneath her church, and my cousin Julia represented Hope. notice," he thought, with a dignified conscious- It's very easy and has a beautiful effect.” ness that any such feeling on her part was tol- “But we don't know any thing about it." erably arrogant. Frank wrote very well. No “It's not the least trouble; all you want is a great flights of genius, nothing that was likely sheet-no, a couple of sheets—there must be a to set the river on fire; but he could turn you place for the arms to go through. You run a out as neat and graceful specimens of verse as string through the top hem, and gather it up most artificers now going. His stanzas were around the neck; it's drawn into a girdle at copied from the metropolitan journals where the waist, and then arranged in very ample folds they first appeared into all the leading papers; about the feet. Simplest thing in the world !" afterward they shone in the corners of county “But I don't think any one of us girls would weeklies, and were apt to turn up months later look very handsome standing up on the stage in the columns of some “Pioneer” far away on with a sheet around her!” said Emma Morris. the borders of civilization. Sometimes they “That is because you haven't seen it. I tell even strayed so far as an English journal, whence you it's beautiful; looks just like marble. There they would be tenderly transplanted by Mr. must be a pedestal, of course, and Hope's an. Littell into the Living Age. It was rather chor painted white, and the statue must be hard, with all this, to have them despised by a powdered an inch thick. No matter if it is in little country girl.
streaks it won't show in that light. There The colloquy was to be forthcoming in a day Emma Morris! it'll have to be you! You'll or two; this matter once decided, the council of cost us less for powder than any other girl, and war devoted itself to further business. There in these times we're bound to study economy!". must be an abundance of tableaux, and here was Emma objected, but the motion was carried exhaustless ground for taste and combination : over her head. “All for the good of the solthere must be charades; there must be music, diers!” was the cry, and she had to yield. Then both of voice and instrument, not only for vari- Helen Vesey must be the Queen of Sheba, beety but to amuse the audience while other en-cause she had such magnificent dark hair and tertainment was preparing. The difficulty of eyes. The question arose whether the Queen selection, the amount of practicing, rather in- of Sheba's complexion also ought not to be timidated the performers.
magnificently dark, but this was voted of no “Suppose we give it up after all,” said Helen. consequence. Othello, it was argued, is some“Oh, that will never do,” urged Marian Hall. times played as a negro, sometimes the color of “But when can we get ready? I had no lham-rind; if professional actors could thus vary
from a given standard, surely a little band of and a coral bracelet; while my sister contributed amateurs need not keep close to the letter. an antediluvian Swiss muslin, a velvet waist,
Then there must be a gipsy fortune-teller, and and an ostrich plume. The stronger sex, too, Nellie Snow was fixed upon for the lovely maid was pressed into the service. One obliging en who was seeking to know her destiny. About cavalier journeyed N.N.E. for a frame to the the soothsayer herself there was more difficulty, tableaux; another went S. S.W. for scenery but Marian Hall finally accepted the part. She which some accommodating company had ofhad once seen Miss Cushman in that “musical fered; all the boys were busy in the Cedar and romantic" drama wherein she has produced Swamp, and the Hall, when you passed by it some of her most admired effects, and trusted of afternoons, exhaled a fragrance as of a dozen that the memory would render her own imper- Christmas-trees. Frank's play was in time comsonation sufficiently weird and striking. pleted, and the girls thought it wonderful. It
After a vast deal of consulting and planning was some sort of convent affair, with plenty of the party broke up, to meet next day for further candles and ceremonies. There were Sister Igpractice. Marian proceeded to take an inven- nacia, and Sister Ippolyta, Sister Josepha, and tory of her laces, muslins, and ribbons, with re- Sister Annunciata, and hosts of other sisters, all gard to their value in a theatrical point of view. with cognomens deliciously out-of-the-way. Mrs. Frank went off to his own room, and plunged at Sherwood's “Nun" was consulted for proprieties once into the labors of composition.
of dress, and every Irish maid in the village lent “Ah! well,” he said, with a half sigh, as he her beads for the occasion. dipped his pen in the ink-stand, “I am glad to The important night at last arrived. All the help our cause along even with a trifle like this." stars and wreaths and mottoes of evergreen deAs he wrote a pair of hazel eyes looked at him vice were in their places; the Hall was decofrom the page. Poor young captain! He had rated with flags of every size; while above the found in our secluded village a foe more fearless stage the national fowl flung from his beak the in raid than Stuart's cavalry, more adroit than consecrating Scars and Stripes. The audience even the famous Stonewall.
assembled numerous as the performers could deJust as he was getting well warmed to his sire. A favorable conjunction of the planets had work there came a wee tap at the door. He given us a moonlight night and excellent sleighrose, rather annoyed by the interruption. ing; besides, the admittance had been fixed at
"I am sorry to disturb you, Frank,” said that golden mean which was tempting to the his cousin ; “but can you tell me what has be- public yet remunerative to the cause. The seats come of those numbers of the Press and Har- were crowded as had been hoped, and tramp, per's Weekly ?"
tramp up the stairs still came the march of many "They are here on my table. I thought you feet. The footlights burned along the stage, the had read them all."
curtain waved a little now and then, the scrape “Yes, long ago; but I want to lend them to and wailing of violins rose in the air as our vola friend.”
unteer orchestra tuned their instruments. By“Now, Marian, you are a little too bad! Do and-by the bell rung, the curtain went up, and have mercy on your friends. Don't force them the first tableau appeared. to read my lucubrations just out of polite- “Beautiful!" cried every body with enthusiness."
asm; and the picture was repeated. Another “There was no forcing about the matter, I succeeded it and another, to the general satisassure you.
She spoke to me about it the last faction. thing before she left, and charged me by no But if the audience were content, the dressmeans to forget it. I shall send them over at ing-room meanwhile was distraught. Oh that once.”
scene! worse than the cabin of a North River “Very well,” said Frank, complyingly, “here steamboat in September. The room was ten they are. Give my compliments to Miss Vesey, feet by twelve, and twenty or thirty of us were and say I wish they were better worth her read. busy in it. The floor was piled ankle-deep with ing.”
| brushes and combs, bandboxes, powder-boxes, “Oh, it wasn't Helen," returned his unsuspi- and various other auxiliaries to beauty, while cious cousin. “I want them for Emma Morris." the nymphs stood around in different stages of
“All the same," said Frank, indifferently, as preparation. And evil forces were at work; the if this were not the very information he had most needful articles, the most carefully bebeen fishing for; “the message will do just as stowed, were mysteriously spirited away. And well for her.” And he went gayly back to the the minutes flew, the time of appearing would half-covered page of foolscap.
Miss Seymour had kindly offered to assist the The next few days were given to activity, re- girls in dressing. I too was present, chiefly on search, and rehearsal. All the girls were flying my own invitation, but endeavoring to be useabout in the intervals of practice to hunt up the ful. There is a gracious calm in Miss Seyaccessories of the occasion; we elders, excused mour's presence that makes itself felt at all from a part in the performance, were privileged ordinary times, but here it was almost powerto contribute to the “properties.” For myself, less. I lent my bridal wreath and veil, a silver comb, “Where, where is my little handkerchief?"
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cried Sister Ippolyta, in distress. “I put it | Miss Seymour's dextrous hand, with her veil just here, and now it is gone!”
arranged in true conventual style. Five or six nuns in various stages of dress At last she came to Sister Constantine. This and undress paused from their toils to aid the worthy sister wears her hair in curls “all round." unhappy sister. Skurry, skurry went half a Very pretty curls they are, and vastly becoming dozen pairs of hands among the thousand-and- to her, but offering no secure foundation whereone articles strewed around; the substratum of in to a pin. bandbox, powder-box, and so on, was turned "Look about and see if there isn't a bit of over and over but without result.
tape somewhere," said Miss Seymour, “or a strip “What shall I do?" said poor Sister Ippolyta, of selvedge left over from the Society." But none in despair.
could be found. “Here is my pocket-handkerchief,” said Miss What was to be done? Clearly it was imSeymour, with sudden inspiration. "Turn in possible that Sister Constantine should go on the embroidery as well as you can and I think the stage with her hair in ringlets. it will answer." And Sister Ippolyta's becloud- In this emergency a bright thought struck me. ed countenance grew radiant with delight. I am not commonly fertile in expedients; but
An interval of silent labor. Sister Ignacia cleverness is contagious. I went into retirement wanted me to hook her waist. As she was tall for a brief space. and I was short, I mounted for the purpose on " How will this do?” I asked, demurely, prethe bottom of an old pail happily present. The senting Miss Seymour with a circlet of elastic. fair nun was extremely well developed; the per- She regarded it with a curious smile. son who had lent her dress much less so; it “It isn't as large as her head," she answered. cost a Herculean effort to unite the separate di- “But one blessed quality of India rubber is that visions.
it will stretch." “Well, Sister Ignacia," said I, struggling for A tap at the door. breath, “I hope you will be able to stay in this “ All ready ?” asks the manager. dress as long as it has taken me to get you into “In one minute. Do you want us ?" says it."
Miss Seymour. Just then came up the unhappy Lady Supe- “ The 'violins are in the last strain of the rior. “My bandbox is gone!" said sh in a Carnival of Venice.'” tone whose acuteness of anguish no italics can “Tell them to repeat it, then. Now, girls, convey ; " I've looked every where for it, and it let me look at you." As they defiled past her is gone; and I haven't a thing to put on!" hands arose in horror. “What are you think
A pause of consternation. The play could ing of!" she exclaimed. “Every one of you not go on without Lady Superior, and she could has on her hoop!!" not go on without conventual gear.
For one There was a flutter of doubt and deprecation direful moment all seemed lost. Then Sister among the convent bery. Constantine upspoke. She is one of the people “It will make our dresses so long to take that keep this world of ours moving., She under them off," urged Sister Angelica. “We shall stands herself and others. Some things she tread on them. It will be so awkward !" suggested, some she contributed.
The stony calm of Nemesis overspread Miss tured a small boy and dispatched him home- Seymour's handsome face. ward in quest of sundry matters; the others “ Very well,” she said. “Only I never in caught inspiration from her, and presently the my life saw a nun with a hoop." venerable mother stood arrayed in all the gloomy Miss Seymour was our autocrat of taste and proprieties of her order.
propriety. The next instant a pile of skeletons “ Almost ready, girls ?” said a voice at the lay in the corner, and a very subdued-looking door. “You must come on in a few minutes." band of females marched out upon the stage. And “Hurry, hurry!" was the watchword. There were a few delicious moments of repose
“Now for your veils,” said Miss Seymour. in the dressing-room. Miss Seymour picked up “I suppose they're all ready." Oh yes, they two or three salient articles from the under-foot were ready and immediately produced. But conglomerate. I laid out the Queen of Sheba's lo! every mortal girl had drawn her veil up on toilet on six inches of the deal table. a string as if to wear it with a bonnet.
“I wish you would let me make up a tableau This will never do!” said Miss Seymour, with for you, Margaret,” said I. “You should be a determination. “Out with these strings, and Madonna." bring me a paper of pins, somebody."
“ Thank you ; but I think that some one with Easier said than done. Five or six papers a broader forehead and larger eyes and more reghad been provided, but none were forthcoming ular features would answer your purpose better." now. Fortunately Sister Ignacia remembered “Perhaps so," I replied, smiling, “if such a putting a row in the pocket of her dress-not person could be found.” her present dress, but the one she wore to the Some degree of order being evoked from the Hall. The favored garment was sought, and chaos, we adjourned to a side-door which comfound beneath a superincumbent Alp of hoods, manded a partial view of the stage. There was clouds, starlights, twilights, blanket-shawls
, and a cloud of white muslin, a murmur of voices, India rubbers. Nun after nun went from under and a sort of general impression of youth and