Finally, accepting all this, she resolved to put the whole thing out of her mind for the moment. Her parents were so intimately acquainted with her every mood or shade of demeanor, they would see at once that something was troubling her mind, unless she used the utmost care to prevent it. Care, too, not to overdo her precaution. It would be quite as evident that she was concealing something, if she were unusually gay or carefree of manner.
So the poor child went downstairs, determined to forget utterly the news she had heard, until such time as she could be again by herself.
And she succeeded. Though haunted by a vague sense of being deceitful, she behaved so entirely as usual, that neither of her parents suspected her of pretense.
Moreover, the subject of Samuel Applebys visit was such a fruitful source of conversation that there was less chance of minor considerations.
Never will I consent, her father was reiterating, as Maida entered the room. Why, Sara, Id rather have the conditional pardon rescinded, rather pay full penalty of my conviction, than stand for the things young Sams campaign must stand for!
A clenched fist came down on the table by way of emphasis.
Now, dad, said Maida, gaily, dont thump around like that! You look as if youd like to thump Mr. Appleby!
And I should! I wish I could bang into his head just how I feel about it
Oh, he knows! and Mrs. Wheeler smiled. He knows perfectly how you feel.
But, truly, mother, dont you think dad could well, not do anything wrong but just give in to Mr. Appleby for for my sake?
Maida dear that is our only stumbling-block. Your father and I would not budge one step, for ourselves but for you, and for Jeffrey oh, my dear little girl, thats what makes it so hard.
For us, then father, cant you for our sake
Maida broke down. It wasnt for her sake she was pleading nor for the sake of her lover. It was for the sake of her parents that they might remain in comfort and yet, comfort at the expense of honesty? Oh, the problem was too great she hadnt worked it out yet.
I cant think, her fathers grave voice broke in on her tumultuous thoughts. I cant believe, Maida, that you would want my freedom at the cost of my seared conscience.
No, oh, no, father, I dont you know I dont. But what is this dreadful thing youd have to countenance if you linked up on the Appleby side? Are they pirates or rascals?
Not from their own point of view, and Dan Wheeler smiled. They think we are! You cant understand politics, child, but you must know that a man who is heart and soul in sympathy with the principles of his party cant conscientiously cross over and work for the other side.
Yes, I know that, and I know that tells the whole story. But, father, think what there is at stake. Your freedom and ours!
I know that, Maida dear, and you can never know how my very soul is torn as I try to persuade myself that for those reasons it would be right for me to consent. Yet
He passed his hand wearily across his brow, and then folding his arms on the table he let his head sink down upon them.
Maida flew to his side. Father, dearest, she crooned over him, as she caressed his bowed head, dont think of it for a minute! You know Id give up anything Id give up Jeff if it means one speck of good for you.
I know it, dear child, but run away, now, Maida, leave me to myself.
Understanding, both Maida and her mother quietly left the room.
Im sorry, girlie dear, that you have to be involved in these scenes, Mrs. Wheeler said fondly, as the two went to the sitting-room.
Dont talk that way, mother. Im part of the family, and Im old enough to have a share and a voice in all these matters. But just think what it would mean, if father had his pardon! Look at this room, and think, he has never been in it! Never has seen the pictures the view from the window, the general coziness of it all.
I know, dear, but thats an old story. Your father is accustomed to living only in his own rooms
And not to be able to go to the other end of the dining-room or living-room, if he chooses! Its outrageous!
Yes, Maida, I quite agree but no more outrageous than it was last week or last year.
Yes, it is! It grows more outrageous every minute! Mother, what did that old will say? That you must live in Massachusetts?
Yes you know that, dear.
Of course I do. And if you lived elsewhere, what then?
I forfeit the inheritance.
And what would become of it?
In default of any other heirs, it would go to the State of Massachusetts.
And there are no other heirs?
What ails you, Maida? You know all this. No, there are no other heirs.
Youre sure?
As sure as we can be. Your father had every possible search made. There were advertisements kept in the papers for years, and able lawyers did all they could to find heirs if there were any. And, finding none, we were advised that there were none, and we could rest in undisturbed possession.
Suppose one should appear, what then?
Then, little girl, wed give him the keys of the house, and walk out.
Where would we walk to?
Ive no idea. In fact, I cant imagine where we could walk to. But that, thank heaven, is not one of our troubles. Your father would indeed be desperately fixed if it were! You know, Maida, from a fine capable business man, he became a wreck, because of that unjust trial.
Father never committed the forgery?
Of course not, dear.
Who did?
We dont know. It was cleverly done, and the crime was purposely fastened on your father, because he was about to be made the rival candidate of Mr. Appleby, for governor.
I know. And Mr. Appleby was at the bottom of it!
Your father doesnt admit that
He must have been.
Hush, Maida. These matters are not for you to judge. You know your father has done all he honestly could to be fully pardoned, or to discover the real criminal, and as he hasnt succeeded, you must rest content with the knowledge that there was no stone left unturned.
But, mother, suppose Mr. Appleby has something more up his sleeve. Suppose he comes down on dad with some unexpected, some unforeseen blow that
Maida, be quiet. Dont make me sorry that we have let you into our confidence as far as we have. These are matters above your head. Should such a thing as you hint occur, your father can deal with it.
But I want to help
And you can best do that by not trying to help! Your part is to divert your father, to love him and cheer him and entertain him. You know this, and you know for you to undertake to advise or suggest is not only ridiculous but disastrous.
All right, mother, Ill be good. I dont mean to be silly.
You are, when you assume ability you dont possess. Mrs. Wheelers loving smile robbed the words of any harsh effect. Run along now, and see if dad wont go for a walk with you; and dont refer to anything unpleasant.
Maida went, and found Wheeler quite ready for a stroll
Which way? he asked as they crossed the south veranda.
Round the park, and bring up under the tree, and have tea there, dictated Maida, her heart already lighter as she obeyed her mothers dictum to avoid unpleasant subjects.