Woman's Trials

Mrs. Darlington, the widow we have just introduced to the reader, had five children.  Edith, the oldest daughter, was twenty-two years of age at the time of her father’s death; and Henry, the oldest son, just twenty.  Next to Henry was Miriam, eighteen years old.  The ages of the two youngest children, Ellen and Edward, were ten and eight.

Mr. Darlington, while living, was a lawyer of distinguished ability, and his talents and reputation at the Philadelphia bar enabled him to accumulate a handsome fortune.  Upon this he had lived for some years in a style of great elegance.  About a year before his death, he had been induced to enter into some speculation that promised great results; but he found, when too late to retreat, that he had been greatly deceived.  Heavy losses soon followed.  In a struggle to recover himself, he became still further involved; and, ere the expiration of a twelvemonth, saw every thing falling from under him.  The trouble brought on by this was the real cause of his death, which was sudden, and resulted from inflammation and congestion of the brain.

Henry Darlington, the oldest son, was a young man of promising talents.  He remained at college until a few months before his father’s death, when he returned home and commenced the study of law, in which he felt ambitious to distinguish himself.

Edith, the oldest daughter, possessed a fine mind, which had been well educated.  She had some false views of life, natural to her position; but, apart from this, was a girl of sound sense and great force of character.  Thus far in life she had not encountered circumstances of a nature calculated to develop what was in her.  The time for that, however, was approaching.  Miriam, her sister, was a quiet, gentle, retiring, almost timid girl.  She went into company with reluctance, and then always shrunk as far from observation as it was possible to get; but, like most quiet, retiring persons, there were deep places in her mind and heart.  She thought and felt more than was supposed.  All who knew Miriam loved her.  Of the younger children we need not here speak.

Mrs. Darlington knew comparatively nothing of the world beyond her own social circle.  She was, perhaps, as little calculated for doing what she proposed to do as a woman could well be.  She had no habits of economy, and had. never in her life been called upon to make calculations of expense in household matters.  There was a tendency to generosity rather than selfishness in her character, and she rarely thought evil of any one.  But all that she was need not here be set forth, for it will appear as our narrative progresses.

Mr. Hiram Ellis, the brother of Mrs. Darlington to whom brief allusion has been made, was not a great favourite in the family—­although Mr. Darlington understood his good qualities, and very highly respected him—­because he had not much that was prepossessing in his external appearance, and was thought to be a little eccentric.  Moreover, he was not rich—­merely holding the place of book-keeper in an insurance office, at a moderate salary.  But as he had never married, and had only himself to support, his income supplied amply all his wants, and left him a small annual surplus.

After the death of Mr. Darlington, he visited his sister much more frequently than before.  Of the exact condition of her affairs, he was much better acquainted than she supposed.  The anxiety which she felt, some months after her husband’s death, when the result of the settlement of his estate became known, led her to be rather more communicative.  After determining to open a boarding-house, she said to him, on the occasion of his visiting her one evening—­

“As it is necessary for me to do something, Hiram, I have concluded to move to a better location, and take a few boarders.”

“Don’t do any such thing, Margaret,” her brother made answer.  “Taking boarders!  It’s the last thing of which a woman should think.”

“Why do you say that, Hiram?” asked Mrs. Darlington, evincing no little surprise at this unexpected reply.

“Because I think that a woman who has a living to make can hardly try a more doubtful experiment.  Not one in ten ever succeeds in doing any thing.”

“But why, Hiram?  Why?  I’m sure a great many ladies get a living in that way.”

“What you will never do, Margaret, mark my words for it.  It takes a woman of shrewdness, caution, and knowledge of the world, and one thoroughly versed in household economy, to get along in this pursuit.  Even if you possessed all these prerequisites to success, you have just the family that ought not to come in contact with anybody and everybody that find their way into boarding-houses.”

“I must do something, Hiram,” said Mrs. Darlington, evincing impatience at the opposition of her brother.

“I perfectly agree with you in that, Margaret,” replied Mr. Ellis.  “The only doubt is as to your choice of occupation.  You think that your best plan will be to take boarders; while I think you could not fall upon a worse expedient.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Have I not just said?”

“What?”

“Why, that, in the first place, it takes a woman of great shrewdness, caution, and knowledge of the world, and one thoroughly versed in household economy, to succeed in the business.”

“I’m not a fool, Hiram!” exclaimed Mrs. Darlington, losing her self-command.

“Perhaps you may alter your opinion on that head some time within the next twelve months,” coolly returned Mr. Ellis, rising and beginning to button up his coat.

“Such language to me, at this time, is cruel!” said Mrs. Darlington, putting her handkerchief to her eyes.

“No,” calmly replied her brother, “not cruel, but kind.  I wish to save you from trouble.”

“What else can I do?” asked the widow, removing the handkerchief from her face.

“Many things, I was going to say,” returned Mr. Ellis.  “But, in truth, the choice of employment is not very great.  Still, something with a fairer promise than taking boarders may be found.”

“If you can point me to some better way, brother,” said Mrs. Darlington, “I shall feel greatly indebted to you.”

“Almost any thing is better.  Suppose you and Edith were to open a school.  Both of you are well—­”

“Open a school!” exclaimed Mrs. Darlington, interrupting her brother, and exhibiting most profound astonishment. “I open a school!  I didn’t think you would take advantage of my grief and misfortune to offer me an insult.”

Mr. Ellis buttoned the top button of his coat nervously, as his sister said this, and, partly turning himself towards the door, said—­

“Teaching school is a far more useful, and, if you will, more respectable employment, than keeping a boarding-house.  This you ought to see at a glance.  As a teacher, you would be a minister of truth to the mind, and have it in your power to bend from evil and lead to good the young immortals committed to your care; while, as a boarding-house keeper, you would merely furnish food for the natural body—­a use below what you are capable of rendering to society.”

But Mrs. Darlington was in no state of mind to feel the force of such an argument.  From the thought of a school she shrunk as from something degrading, and turned from it with displeasure.

“Don’t mention such a thing to me,” said she fretfully, “I will not listen to the proposition.”

“Oh, well, Margaret, as you please,” replied her brother, now moving towards the door.  “When you ask my advice, I will give it according to my best judgment, and with a sincere desire for your good.  If, however, it conflicts with your views, reject it; but, in simple justice to me, do so in a better spirit than you manifest on the present occasion.  Good evening!”

Mrs. Darlington was too much disturbed in mind to make a reply, and Mr. Hiram Ellis left the room without any attempt on the part of his sister to detain him.  On both sides there had been the indulgence of rather more impatience and intolerance than was commendable.