Elsie at Home

Elsie at Home

by Martha Finley

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ISBN-13: 9781727820317
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 10/16/2018
Pages: 122
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.26(d)

About the Author

Martha Finley (April 26, 1828 - January 30, 1909) was a teacher and author of numerous works, the most well known being the 28 volume Elsie Dinsmore series which was published over a span of 38 years. The daughter of Presbyterian minister Dr. James Brown Finley and his wife and cousin Maria Theresa Brown Finley, she was born on April 26, 1828, in Chillicothe, Ohio. Finley wrote many of her books under the pseudonym Martha Farquharson. She died in 1909 in Elkton, Maryland, where she moved in 1876.

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Elsie at Home


By Martha Finley

Hendrickson Publishers Marketing, LLC

Copyright © 1897 Hendrickson Publishers Marketing, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-59856-915-5


CHAPTER 1

The shades of evening were closing in upon a stormy March day, and rain and sleet were falling fast, while a blustering northeast wind sent them sweeping across the desolate-looking fields and gardens and over the wet road where a hack was lumbering along. It was drawn by two weary-looking steeds, its solitary passenger sighing and groaning with impatience over its slow progress and her own fatigue.

"Driver," she called, "are we ever going to arrive at Fairview?"

"One o' these days, I reckon, ma'am," drawled the man in reply. "It's been a dreadful tedious ride for you, but a trifle worse for me, seein' I get a lot more o' the wet out here than you do in thar."

"Yes," she returned in a tone of exasperation. "But I am a weak, ailing woman, and you are a big, strong man used to exertion and exposure." The sentence ended in a distressing fit of coughing that seemed to shake her whole frame.

"I'm right sorry for you, ma'am," he said, turning a pitying glance upon her. "You just hold on a bit longer, and we'll be there. We're e'n a'most in sight o' the place now. Kin o' yourn and expecting ye, I s'pose?"

"It is the home of my daughter—my only child," she returned bridling. "It will be strange indeed if she is not glad to see the mother whom she has not seen for years."

"Surely, ma'am, and yonder's the house. We'll be there in five minutes—more or less."

His passenger looked eagerly in the direction he had indicated.

"A large house, isn't it?" she queried. "One can't see much out of this little pane of glass and through the rain and mist."

"It's a fine place, ma'am, and a good, big house," he returned. "I wouldn't mind ownin' such place myself. It's grand in the summertime, and it is not so bad to look at even now through all this storm o' mist, hail, and rain."

"Yes. I daresay," she said, shivering. "And if it was little better than a hovel I'd be glad to reach it and get out of this chilling wind. It penetrates to one's very bones."

She drew her cloak closer about her as she spoke, and as the hack turned in at the avenue gates, she took up her satchel and umbrella in evident haste to alight from the carriage.

In the homelike parlor of the mansion they were approaching, sat a lovely looking lady of mature years, a little group of children gathered about her listening intently and with great interest to a story she was telling them, while a sweet-faced young girl, sitting near with a bit of tatting in her hands, seemed an equally interested hearer, ready to join in the outburst of merriment that now and again greeted something in the narrative.

"There is a hack coming up the avenue, Eva. Can we be going to have a visitor this stormy day?" suddenly exclaimed the eldest boy, glancing out of the window near where he stood. "Yes, it has come to a standstill at the foot of the veranda steps, and the driver seems to be getting ready to help someone out."

"A lady! Why, who can she be?" cried Eric, the next in age, as the hack door was thrown open and the driver assisted his passenger to alight, while Evelyn laid down her work and hastened into the hall to greet and welcome the guest, whoever she might be. The Fairview family, like nearly everyone in that region of the country, was exceedingly hospitable.

A servant had already opened the outer door and now taken another step forward to take the lady's satchel and umbrella.

"Who can she be?" Evelyn asked herself as she hastily crossed the veranda and held out a welcoming hand with a word or two of pleasant greeting.

"Is it you, Evelyn?" asked the stranger in tones trembling with emotion. "And do you not know me—your own mother?"

"Mother! Oh, mother, can it be you?" cried Evelyn, catching the stranger in her arms and holding her fast with sobs and tears and kisses. "I had not heard from you for so long, and I have been feeling as if I should never see you again. Oh, how thin and weak you look! You are sick, mother!" she added in tones of grief and anxiety, as she drew her into the hall, where by this time the rest of the family—Grandma Elsie, Mr. and Mrs. Leland, and their children—were gathered.

"Sister Laura! Is it possible! Welcome to Fairview," was Mrs. Leland's greeting, accompanied by a kindly and warm embrace.

"Laura! We did not even know you were in America!" Mr. Leland said, grasping her hand in brotherly fashion. "How weary and ill you are looking! Let me help you off with your bonnet and cloak and to a couch here in the parlor."

"Thank you. Yes, I'll be very glad to lie down, for I am worn out from my journey and this troublesome cough," she said, struggling with her renewed paroxysm and gasping for breath. "But my luggage and—"

"We'll attend to all that," he said, half carrying her to the couch where his wife and her mother were arranging the pillows for her comfort and laying her gently down upon it.

"Oh, mother. My poor, dear mother!" sighed Evelyn, as she leaned over her, smoothing her hair with caressing hand. "It breaks my heart to see you looking so weary and ill. But we will soon nurse you back to health and strength—uncle and aunt and I."

"I hope so, indeed," Mrs. Leland said in her sweet, gentle tones. "You have had most unpleasant weather for your journey, Laura, so that it is not to be wondered at all that you are exhausted. You must have some refreshment at once." With the last word, she hastened away in search of it.

"And here is something to relieve that dreadful cough," said Mrs. Travilla, presenting herself with a delicate china cup in her hand.

Evelyn introduced the two ladies, and her mother, being assured that the cup contained nothing unpleasant to the taste, quickly swallowed its contents, then laid back quietly upon her pillows, still keeping fast hold of her daughter's hand. Grandma Elsie, giving the cup to a servant to carry away, resumed her easy chair on the farther side of the room—near enough to be ready to render assistance should it be needed, yet not so near as to interfere with any private talk between the long-separated mother and daughter. Her grandchildren again gathered about her, but they seemed awed into silence by the presence of the stranger invalid, whom they gazed upon with pitying curiosity, while her attention seemed equally occupied with them.

"Your uncle's children?" she asked of Evelyn in a tone scarcely louder than a whisper.

"Yes, mamma. Edward, the eldest, you saw when he was a mere baby boy. Eric, the next, is papa's namesake. The eldest of the little girls—she is in her fifth year—is Elsie Alicia and is named for two grandmothers. We call her Alie, and the youngest—that two-year-old darling—we call her Vi. She is named for her Aunt Violet, Mrs. Raymond."

"Mrs. Travilla lives here with her daughter?"

"No, mamma. She is paying a visit of a few days, as she often does since her daughter-in-law, Aunt Zoe, has undertaken most of the heavy housekeeping at Ion."

"She certainly looks very young to be mother and grandmother to so many," sighed the invalid, catching sight of her own sallow, prematurely wrinkled face reflected in a larger mirror on the opposite side of the room. "But she has had an easy life surrounded by kind, affectionate, sympathizing friends, while I—miserable woman that I am—have been worried, brow-beaten, robbed, till nothing is left me but ill-health and grinding poverty."

"Mother, mother dear, don't talk so while I am left you and have enough to keep us both with care and economy," entreated Evelyn in a voice half choked with sobs. "It will be joy to me to share with you and do all I can to make your last days both comfortable and happy."

"Then you haven't lost all your love for your mother in our years of separation?"

"No, no indeed!" answered Evelyn earnestly. But there the conversation ended for the time, Mrs. Leland returning with the promised refreshment. It seemed to give some strength to the invalid, and after taking it she was, by her own request, assisted to her room, an apartment opening into that of her daughter with whose good help she was soon made ready for her bed, the most comfortable she had lain upon for weeks or months, she remarked, as she stretched her tired limbs upon it.

"I am very glad you find it so, mother dear," said Evelyn. "And now, if you like, I will unpack your trunks and arrange their contents in wardrobe, bureau drawers, and closets."

"There is no hurry about that, and isn't that your supper bell I hear?"

"Yes'm suppah's on de table, an' I's come to set yere and 'tend to you while Miss Eva gwine eat wif de res' of de folks," said a neatly dressed, pleasant faced, elderly woman, who had entered the room just in time to hear the query in regard to the bell. "But, missus, Miss Elsie she tole me for to ax you could take somethin' mo'?"

"She says Aunt Elsie wants to know—could you eat something more, mother dear?" explained Eva, seeing a puzzled look on her mother's face.

"Oh, no! That excellent broth fully satisfied my appetite," replied Laura. "Go and get your supper, Eva, child, but come back when you have finished. We have been so long separated that now I can hardly bear to have you out of my sight."

"Oh mother, how sweet to hear you say that!" exclaimed Evelyn, bending down to bestow another ardent caress upon her newly restored parent. "Indeed, I shall not stay away a moment longer than necessary."

The new arrival and her sad condition were the principal topics of conversation at the table.

"I am so glad we have such a good doctor in Cousin Arthur," said Evelyn. "I hope he can cure mamma's cough. I wish the weather was such that we could reasonably ask him to come and see her tonight," she added with a sigh.

"Yes," said her uncle. "But as it is so bad I think we will just give him a full account of her symptoms and ask him advice through the telephone. Then he will tell us what would better be done tonight and call in to see her tomorrow morning."

The ladies all agreed that that would be the better plan, and it was presently carried out. The doctor would have come at once, in spite of the storm, had it seemed necessary, but from the account given he deemed it not so.

"I will come directly after breakfast tomorrow morning," he concluded, after giving his advice in regard to what should be done immediately.

"That is satisfactory, and now I will go at once to mamma and carry out his directions for tonight," said Evelyn.

"Remembering that we are all ready to assist in any and every possible way," added her uncle, smiling kindly upon her.

"Yes, indeed!" said Grandma Elsie. "You must not hesitate to call upon me if you need help."

"No, no, mother dear. I put my veto upon that!" exclaimed Mrs. Leland. "You are not a really old woman yet, but you also are not as vigorous as you were some years ago, and I cannot afford to let you run any risk diminishing your stock of health and strength by loss of sleep or overexertion. Call upon me, Eva, should you need any assistance."

"Very well, daughter, I shall not insist upon the privilege of losing sleep," returned Grandma Elsie with a smile. "But perhaps I may be permitted to make myself slightly useful during the day."

"Yes, slightly, mother dear, and at such time as you would not be otherwise improving by taking needed rest or recreation," Mrs. Leland replied as she hastened away with Eva with the purpose to make sure that her newly arrived guest lacked for nothing that she could provide.

"At last, Evelyn, child! I suppose you have not been long gone, but it seemed so to my impatience," was Laura's salutation as Evelyn re-entered her room.

"It is sweet to hear you say that, mother dear, and sweet to know that you love me so," Evelyn said in moved tones, bending down to press a kiss on the wan cheek. "I mean to fairly surfeit you with my company in the days and weeks that lie before us."

"She only waited with the rest of us to consult our good doctor for you, Laura," added Mrs. Leland. "He has prescribed a sleeping potion for tonight, and he will call to see you and prescribe further in the morning."

"I think I should have been consulted," returned the invalid in a tone of irritation. "My money is all gone, and he may never get his pay."

"Oh, don't trouble about that!" exclaimed Mrs. Leland and Evelyn in a breath. The former added, "His charges are not heavy, and it would be strange if we cannot find a way to meet and defray them."

"Of course we can and will, and you are not to concern yourself any more about it, mamma," added Evelyn in a tone of playful authority. "What would be the use when you have a tolerably rich, grownup daughter, whose principal business and pleasure it will be to take care of and provide for her long-lost, but now happily recovered, mother. Here comes uncle with your sleeping potion," she added, as Mr. Leland at that moment appeared in the doorway, cup in hand.

"Here is something that I hope will quiet your cough, Laura," he said, coming to the bedside. "It is not bad to take, either, and it will be likely to secure you a good night's rest."

"I don't know," she returned doubtfully, eyeing the cup with evident disfavor. "I was never very good at dosing."

"You prefer lying awake then, racked with that distressing cough?"

"No," she sighed, taking the cup from his hand. "Even quite a bad dose would be better than that. And it was not so bad after all," she concluded as she returned the cup, after swallowing its contents.

"Glad to hear you say so," he said in reply. "And now take my further advice—lie still and go to sleep, leaving all the talk with Eva till tomorrow. Good night to you both," and he left the room, followed presently by his wife, who lingered only until she had made sure that all the wants of the invalid were fully supplied.

Laura had already fallen into a sweet sleep under the soothing influence of the draught, and Eva presently stretched herself beside her. With a heart filled with contending emotions—love for this her only remaining parent, joy in their reunion, sorrow and care in view of her evident exhaustion and ill health, and plans for making her remaining days happy—she lay awake for a time silently asking for guidance and help from on high but then fell into a dreamless, refreshing sleep.

CHAPTER 2

Morning found Evelyn's mother somewhat refreshed by her night's rest, yet too languid and feeble to leave her room, and her day was spent reclining upon a couch with her daughter by her side. Dr. Conly made an early call, prescribed, talking to her and Eva in a cheerful strain and saying he hoped that rest and a change of weather would soon bring her at least a measure of relief and strength. But in reply to the anxious questioning of Mr. and Mrs. Leland, he acknowledged that he found her far gone in consumption, and he did not think she could last many weeks.

"Poor, dear Eva! How very sad it will be for her to lose her mother so soon after recovering her!" sighed Mrs. Leland. "I think we must let her remain in ignorance of the danger for a time at least."

"Yes," assented her husband. "Though we must not neglect any effort in our power to prepare Laura for the great change which awaits her," he added with a look of anxiety and care.

"Nor fail to offer up earnest petitions for her at the throne of grace," said Grandma Elsie in her low, sweet tones. "Oh, what a blessing, what a comfort it is that we may take there all our fears, cares, and anxieties for ourselves and others! And how precious the Savior's promise, 'If two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of My Father which is in heaven'!"

"Yes, mother dear," assented Mrs. Leland. "And we will claim and plead it for our poor, dear Laura, and for Eva, that she may be sustained under the bereavement which awaits her."

"Yes," said Dr. Conly. "And there are many of our friends who will be ready to join us in the petition. I am going now to Woodburn—the captain having telephoned me that one of the servants is ill—and we all know that he and his will be full of sympathy for Eva and her sick mother."

"No doubt they will," said Grandma Elsie, "both as Christians and as warm friends of Evelyn. And it will be quite the same with our other friends."


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