Friends and Neighbors, or Two Ways of Living in the World

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"Ah, that coldness was but shame--deep and painful shame. I was
needlessly harsh with you, and moments of reflection only served to
fasten on me the belief that I had lost all claim to your love, that
you could not forgive me. Yes! I did misjudge you, Madge, I know,
but when I looked back upon the past, and all your faithful love for
me, I saw you as I had ever seen you, the best of sisters, and then
my shameful and ungrateful conduct rose up clearly before me. I felt
so utterly unworthy."

Miss Greylston laid her finger upon her brother's lips. "Nor will I
listen to you blaming yourself so heavily any longer. John, you had
cause to be angry with me; I was unreasonably urgent about the
trees," and she sighed; "I forgot to be gentle and patient; so you
see I am to blame as well as yourself."

"But I forgot even common kindness and courtesy;" he said gravely.
"What demon was in my heart, Margaret, I do not know. Avarice, I am
afraid, was at the bottom of all this, for rich as I am, I somehow
felt very obstinate about running into any more expense or trouble
about the road; and then, you remember, I never could love inanimate
things as you do. But from this time forth I will try--and the
pines"--

"Let the pines go down, my dear brother, I see now how unreasonable
I have been," suddenly interrupted Miss Greylston; "and indeed these
few days past I could not look at them with any pleasure; they only
reminded me of our separation. Cut them down: I will not say one
word."

"Now, what a very woman you are, Madge! Just when you have gained
your will, you want to turn about; but, love, the trees shall not
come down. I will give them to you; and you cannot refuse my
peace-offering; and never, whilst John Greylston lives, shall an axe
touch those pines, unless you say so, Margaret."

He laughed when he said this, but her tears were falling fast.

"Next month will be November; then comes our birth-day; we will be
fifty years old, Margaret. Time is hurrying on with us; he has given
me gray locks, and laid some wrinkles on your dear face; but that is
nothing if our hearts are untouched. O, for so many long years, ever
since my Ellen was snatched from me,"--and here John Greylston
paused a moment--"you have been to me a sweet, faithful comforter.
Madge, dear twin sister, your love has always been a treasure to me;
but you well know for many years past it has been my _only_ earthly
treasure. Henceforth, God helping me, I will seek to restrain my
evil temper. I will be more watchful; if sometimes I fail, Margaret,
will you not love me, and bear with me?"

Was there any need for that question? Miss Margaret only answered by
clasping her brother's hand more closely in her own. As they stood
there in the autumn sunlight, united so lovingly, hand in hand, each
silently prayed that thus it might be with them always; not only
through life's autumn, but in that winter so surely for them
approaching, and which would give place to the fair and beautiful
spring of the better land.

Annie Bermond's bright face looked in timidly at the open door.

"Come here, darling, come and stand right beside your old uncle and
aunt, and let us thank you with all our hearts for the good you have
done us. Don't cry any more, Margaret. Why, fairy, what is the
matter with you?" for Annie's tears were falling fast upon his hand.

"I hardly know, Uncle John; I never felt so glad in my life before,
but I cannot help crying. Oh, it is so sweet to think the cloud has
gone."

"And whose dear hand, under God's blessing, drove the cloud away,
but yours, my child?"

Annie was silent; she only clung the tighter to her uncle's arm, and
Miss Greylston said, with a beaming smile,

"Now, Annie, we see the good purpose God had in sending you here
to-day. You have done for us the blessed work of a peace-maker."

Annie had always been dear to her uncle and aunt, but from that
golden autumn day, she became, if such a thing could be, dearer than
ever--bound to them by an exceedingly sweet tie.

Years went by. One snowy evening, a merry Christmas party was
gathered together in the wide parlour at Greylston Cottage,--nearly
all the nephews and nieces were there. Mrs. Lennox, the "Sophy" of
earlier days, with her husband; Richard Bermond and his pretty
little wife were amongst the number; and Annie, dear, bright
Annie--her fair face only the fairer and sweeter for time--sat,
talking in a corner with young Walter Selwyn. John Greylston went
slowly to the window, and pushed aside the curtains, and as he stood
there looking out somewhat gravely in the bleak and wintry night, he
felt a soft hand touch him, and he turned and found Annie Bermond by
his side.

"You looked so lonely, my dear uncle."

"And that is the reason you deserted Walter?" he said, laughing.
"Well, I will soon send you back to him. But, look out here first,
Annie, and tell me what you see;" and she laid her face close to the
window-pane, and, after a minute's silence, said,

"I see the ground white with snow, the sky gleaming with stars, and
the dear old pines, tall and stately as ever."

"Yes, the pines; that is what I meant, my child. Ah, they have been
my silent monitors ever since that day; you remember it, Annie!
Bless you, child! how much good you did us then."

But Annie was silently crying beside him. John Greylton wiped his
eyes, and then he called his sister Margaret to the window.

"Annie and I have been looking at the old pines, and you can guess
what we were thinking about. As for myself," he added, "I never see
those trees without feeling saddened and rebuked. I never recall
that season of error, without the deepest shame and grief. And still
the old pines stand. Well, Madge, one day they will shade our
graves; and of late I have thought that day would dawn very soon."

Annie Bermond let the curtain fall very slowly forward, and buried
her face in her hands; but the two old pilgrims by her side, John
and Margaret Greylston, looked at each other with a smile of hope
and joy. They had long been "good and faithful servants," and now
they awaited the coming of "the Master," with a calm, sweet
patience, knowing it would be well with them, when He would call
them hence.

The pines creaked mournfully in the winter wind, and the stars
looked down upon bleak wastes, and snow-shrouded meadows; yet the
red blaze heaped blithely on the hearth, taking in, in its fair
light, the merry circle sitting side by side, and the thoughtful
little group standing so quietly by the window. And even now the
picture fades, and is gone. The curtain falls--the story of John and
Margaret Greylston is ended.

THE WORLD WOULD BE THE BETTER FOR IT.

IF men cared less for wealth and fame,
And less for battle-fields and glory;
If, writ in human hearts, a name
Seemed better than in song and story;
If men, instead of nursing pride,
Would learn to hate and to abhor it--
If more relied
On Love to guide,
The world would be the better for it.

If men dealt less in stocks and lands,
And more in bonds and deeds fraternal;
If Love's work had more willing hands
To link this world to the supernal;
If men stored up Love's oil and wine,
And on bruised human hearts would pour it;
If "yours" and "mine"
Would once combine,
The world would be the better for it.

If more would act the play of Life,
And fewer spoil it in rehearsal;
If Bigotry would sheathe its knife
Till Good became more universal;
If Custom, gray with ages grown,
Had fewer blind men to adore it--
If talent shone
In truth alone,
The world would be the better for it.

If men were wise in little things--
Affecting less in all their dealings--
If hearts had fewer rusted strings
To isolate their kindly feelings;
If men, when Wrong beats down the Right,
Would strike together and restore it--
If Right made Might
In every fight,
The world would be the better for it.

TWO SIDES TO A STORY.

"HAVE you seen much of your new neighbours, yet?" asked Mrs. Morris,
as she stepped in to have an hour's social chat with her old friend,
Mrs. Freeman.

"Very little," was the reply. "Occasionally I have seen the lady
walking in her garden, and have sometimes watched the sports of the
children on the side-walk, but this is all. It is not like the
country, you know. One may live here for years, and not become
acquainted with the next-door neighbours."

"Some may do so," replied Mrs. Morris, "but, for my part, I always
like to know something of those around me. It is not always
desirable to make the acquaintance of near neighbours, but by a
little observation it is very easy to gain an insight into their
characters and position in society. The family which has moved into
the house next to yours, for instance, lived near to me for nearly
two years, and although I never spoke to one of them, I can tell you
of some strange transactions which took place in their house."

"Indeed!" replied Mrs. Freeman, with little manifestation of
interest or curiosity; but Mrs. Morris was too eager to communicate
her information to notice her friend's manner, and lowering her
voice to a confidential tone, continued:--

"There is an old lady in their family whom they abuse in the most
shocking manner. She is very rich, and they by threats and
ill-treatment extort large sums of money from her."

"A singular way of inducing any one to bestow favours," replied Mrs.
Freeman, dryly. "Why does not the old lady leave there?"

"Bless your heart, my dear friend, she cannot get an opportunity!
They never suffer her to leave the house unattended. Once or twice,
indeed, she succeeded in getting into the street, but they
discovered her in a moment, and actually forced her into the house.
You smile incredulously, but if you had been an eye-witness of their
proceedings, as I have, or had heard the screams of the poor
creature, and the heavy blows which they inflict, you would be
convinced of the truth of what I tell you."

"I do not doubt the truth of your story in the least, my dear Mrs.
Morris. I only think that in this case, as in most others, there
must be two sides to the story. It is almost incredible that such
barbarous treatment could continue for any great length of time
without discovery and exposure."

"Oh, as to that, people are not fond of getting themselves into
trouble by meddling with their neighbours' affairs. I am very
cautious about it myself. I would not have mentioned this matter to
any one but an old friend like yourself. It seemed best to put you
on your guard."

"Thank you," was the smiling reply. "It is hardly probable that I
shall be called upon to make any acquaintance with my new neighbours
but if I am, I certainly shall not forget your caution."

Satisfied that she had succeeded, at least partially, in awakening
the suspicions of her friend, Mrs. Morris took her departure, while
Mrs. Freeman, quite undisturbed by her communications, continued her
usual quiet round of domestic duties, thinking less of the affairs
of her neighbours than of those of her own household.

Occasionally she saw the old lady whom Mrs. Morris had mentioned
walking in the adjoining garden, sometimes alone, and sometimes
accompanied by the lady of the house, or one of the children. There
was nothing striking in her appearance. She looked cheerful and
contented, and showed no signs of confinement or abuse. Once, when
Mrs. Freeman was in her garden, she had looked over the fence, and
praised the beauty of her flowers, and when a bunch was presented to
her, had received them with that almost childish delight which aged
people often manifest.

Weeks passed on, and the remarks of Mrs. Morris were almost
forgotten, when Mrs. Freeman was aroused one night by loud cries,
apparently proceeding from the adjoining house; and on listening
intently could plainly distinguish the sound of heavy blows, and
also the voice of the old lady in question, as if in earnest
expostulation and entreaty.

Mrs. Freeman aroused her husband, and together they listened in
anxiety and alarm. For nearly an hour the sounds continued, but at
length all was again quiet. It was long, however, before they could
compose themselves to rest. It was certainly strange and
unaccountable, and there was something so inhuman in the thought of
abusing an aged woman that their hearts revolted at the idea.

Still Mrs. Freeman maintained, as was her wont, that there must be
two sides to the story; and after vainly endeavouring to imagine
what the other side could be, she fell asleep, and was undisturbed
until morning.

All seemed quiet the next day, and Mrs. Freeman had somewhat
recovered from the alarm of the previous night, when she was again
visited by her friend, Mrs. Morris. As usual, she had confidential
communications to make, and particularly wished the advice of Mrs.
Freeman in a matter which she declared weighed heavily upon her
mind; and being assured that they should be undisturbed, began at
once to impart the weighty secret.

"You remember Mrs. Dawson, who went with her husband to Europe, a
year or two ago?"

"Certainly I do," was the reply. "I was well acquainted with her."

"Do you recollect a girl who had lived with her for several years? I
think her name was Mary Berkly."

"Quite well. Mrs. Dawson placed great confidence in her, and wished
to take her abroad, but Mary was engaged to an honest carpenter, in
good business, and wisely preferred a comfortable house in her own
country."

"She had other reasons, I suspect," replied Mrs. Morris,
mysteriously, "but you will hear. This Mary Berkly, or as she is now
called, Mary White, lives not far from my present residence. Her
husband is comfortably off, and his wife is not obliged to work,
excepting in her own family, but still she will occasionally, as a
favour, do up a few muslins for particular persons. You know she was
famous for her skill in those things. The other day, having a few
pieces which I was particularly anxious to have look nice, I called
upon her to see if she would wash them for me. She was not at home,
but her little niece, who lives with her, a child of four years old,
said that Aunt Mary would be in directly, and asked me to walk into
the parlour. I did so, and the little thing stood by my side
chattering away like a magpie. In reply to my questions as to
whether she liked to live with her aunt, what she amused herself
with, &c., &c., she entered into a long account of her various
playthings, and ended by saying that she would show me a beautiful
new doll which her good uncle had given her, if I would please to
unlock the door of a closet near where I was sitting, as she could
not turn the key.

"To please the child I unlocked the door. She threw it wide open,
and to my astonishment I saw that it was filled with valuable silver
plate, china, and other articles of similar kind, some of which I
particularly remembered having seen at Mrs. Dawson's."

"Perhaps she gave them to Mary," suggested Mrs. Freeman. "She was
quite attached to her."

"Impossible!" exclaimed Mrs. Morris. "Valuable silver plate is not
often given to servants. But I have not yet finished. Just as the
child had found the doll Mrs. White entered, and on seeing the
closet-door open, said sternly to the child,

"'Rosy, you did very wrong to open that door without my leave. I
shall not let you take your doll again for a week;' and looking very
red and confused, she hastily closed it, and turned the key. Now, to
my mind, these are suspicious circumstances, particularly as I
recollect that Mr. and Mrs. Dawson were robbed of silver plate
shortly before they went to Europe, and no trace could be found of
the thieves."

"True," replied Mrs. Freeman, thoughtfully; "I recollect the robbery
very well. Still I cannot believe that Mary had anything to do with
it. I was always pleased with her modest manner, and thought her an
honest, capable girl."

"She is very smooth-faced, I know," answered Mrs. Morris, "but
appearances are certainly against her. I am confident that the
articles I saw belonged to Mrs. Dawson."

"There may be another side to the story, however," remarked her
friend; "but why not mention your suspicions to Mrs. Dawson? You
know she has returned, and is boarding in the upper part of the
city. I have her address, somewhere."

"I know where she lives; but would you really advise me to meddle
with the affair? I shall make enemies of Mr. and Mrs. White, if they
hear of it, and I like to have the good-will of all, both, rich and
poor."

"I do not believe that Mary would take anything wrongfully," replied
Mrs. Freeman; "but if my suspicions were as fully aroused as yours
seem to be, I presume I should mention what I saw to Mrs. Dawson, if
it were only for the sake of hearing the other side of the story,
and thus removing such unpleasant doubts from my mind. And, indeed,
if you really think that the articles which you saw were stolen, it
becomes your duty to inform the owners thereof, or you become, in a
measure, a partaker of the theft."

"That is true," said Mrs. Morris, rising, "and in that way I might
ultimately gain the ill-will of Mrs. Dawson; therefore I think I
will go at once and tell her my suspicions."

"Which, I am convinced, you will find erroneous," replied Mrs.
Freeman.

"We shall see," was the answer of her friend, accompanied by an
ominous shake of the head; and promising to call upon Mrs. Freeman
on her return, she took leave.

During her absence, the alarming cries from the next house were
again heard; and presently the old lady appeared on the side-walk,
apparently in great agitation and alarm, and gazing wildly about
her, as if seeking a place of refuge; but she was instantly seized
in the forcible manner Mrs. Morris had described, and carried into
the house.

"This is dreadful!" exclaimed Mrs. Freeman. "What excuse can there
be for such treatment?" and for a moment her heart was filled with
indignation toward her supposed barbarous neighbours; but a little
reflection caused her still to suspend her judgment, and endeavour
to learn both sides of the story.

As she sat ruminating on this singular occurrence, and considering
what was her duty in regard to it, she was aroused by the entrance
of Mrs. Morris, who, with an air of vexation and disappointment,
threw herself upon the nearest chair, exclaiming,

"A pretty piece of work I have been about! It is all owing to your
advice, Mrs. Freeman. If it had not been for you I should not have
made such a fool of myself."

"Why, what has happened to you?" asked Mrs. Freeman, anxiously.
"What advice have I given you which has caused trouble?"

"You recommended my calling upon Mrs. Dawson, did you not?"

"Certainly: I thought it the easiest way to relieve your mind from
painful suspicions. What did she say?"

"Say! I wish you could have seen the look she gave me when I told
her what I saw at Mrs. White's. You know her haughty manner? She
thanked me for the trouble I had taken on her account, and begged
leave to assure me that she had perfect confidence in the honesty of
Mrs. White. The articles which had caused me so much unnecessary
anxiety were intrusted to her care when they went to Europe, and it
had not yet been convenient to reclaim them. I cannot tell you how
contemptuously she spoke. I never felt so mortified in my life."

"There is no occasion for feeling so, if your intentions were good,"
answered Mrs. Freeman; "and certainly it must be a relief to you to
hear the other side of the story. Nothing less would have convinced
you of Mrs. White's honesty."

Mrs. Morris was prevented from replying by the sudden and violent
ringing of the bell, and an instant after the door was thrown open,
and the old lady, whose supposed unhappy condition had called forth
their sympathies, rushed into the room.

"Oh, save me! save me!" she exclaimed, frantically. "I am
pursued,--protect me, for the love of Heaven!"

"Poor creature!" said Mrs. Morris. "You see that I was not mistaken
in this story, at least. There can be no two sides to this."

"Depend upon it there is," replied Mrs. Freeman; but she courteously
invited her visiter to be seated, and begged to know what had
occasioned her so much alarm.

The poor lady told a plausible and piteous tale of ill-treatment,
and, indeed, actual abuse. Mrs. Morris listened with a ready ear,
and loudly expressed her horror and indignation. Mrs. Freeman was
more guarded. There was something in the old lady's appearance and
manners that excited an undefinable feeling of fear and aversion.
Mrs. Freeman felt much perplexed as to the course she ought to
pursue, and looked anxiously at the clock to see if the time for her
husband's return was near.

It still wanted nearly two hours, and after a little more
consideration she decided to go herself into the next door, ask for
an interview with the lady of the house, frankly state what had
taken place, and demand an explanation. This resolution she
communicated in a low voice to Mrs. Morris, who opposed it as
imprudent and ill-judged.

"Of course they will deny the charge," she argued, "and by letting
them know where the poor creature has taken shelter, you will again
expose her to their cruelty. Besides, you will get yourself into
trouble. My advice to you is to keep quiet until your husband
returns, and then to assist the poor lady secretly to go to her
friends in the country, who she says will gladly receive her."

"But I am anxious to hear both sides of the story before I decide to
assist her," replied Mrs. Freeman.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed her friend. "Even you must see that there
cannot be two sides to this story. There is no possible excuse for
cruelty, and to an inoffensive, aged woman."

While they were thus consulting together, their visiter regarded
them with a troubled look, and a fierce gleaming eye, which did not,
escape Mrs. Freeman's observation; and just as Mrs. Morris finished
speaking, the maniac sprang upon her, like a tiger on his prey, and,
seizing her by the throat, demanded what new mischief was plotting
against her.

The screams of the terrified women drew the attention of the son of
the old lady, who had just discovered her absence, and was hastening
in search of her. At once suspecting the truth, he rushed without
ceremony into his neighbour's house, and speedily rescued Mrs,
Morris from her unpleasant and somewhat dangerous situation. After
conveying his mother to her own room, and consigning her to strict
custody, he returned, and respectfully apologized to Mrs. Freeman
for what had taken place.

"His poor mother," he said, "had for several years been subject to
occasional fits of insanity. Generally she had appeared harmless,
excepting as regarded herself. Unless prevented by force, she would
sometimes beat her own flesh in a shocking manner, uttering at the
same time loud cries and complaints of the abuse of those whom she
supposed to be tormenting her.

"In her lucid intervals she had so earnestly besought them not to
place her in the asylum for the insane, but to continue to bear with
her under their own roof, that they had found it impossible to
refuse their solemn promise to comply with her wishes.

"For themselves, their love for her rendered them willing to bear
with her infirmities, but it should be their earnest care that their
neighbours should not again be disturbed."

Mrs. Freeman kindly expressed her sympathy and forgiveness for the
alarm which she had experienced, and the gentleman took leave.

Poor Mrs. Morris had remained perfectly silent since her release;
but as the door closed on their visiter, and her friend kindly
turned to inquire how she found herself, she recovered her speech,
and exclaimed, energetically,

"I will never, never say again that there are not two sides to a
story. If I am ever tempted to believe one side without waiting to
hear the other, I shall surely feel again the hands of that old
witch upon my throat."

"Old witch!" repeated Mrs. Freeman. "Surely she demands our sympathy
as much as when we thought her suffering under ill-treatment. It is
indeed a sad thing to be bereft of reason. But this will be a useful
lesson to both of us: for I will readily acknowledge that in this
instance I was sometimes tempted to forget that there are always
'two sides to a story.'"

LITTLE KINDNESSES.

NOT long since, it was announced that a large fortune had been left
to a citizen of the United States by a foreigner, who, some years
before, had "become ill" while travelling in this country, and whose
sick-bed was watched with the utmost care and kindness by the
citizen referred to. The stranger recovered, continued his journey,
and finally returned to his own country. The conduct of the American
at a moment so critical, and when, without relatives or friends, the
invalid was languishing in a strange land, was not forgotten. He
remembered it in his thoughtful and meditative moments, and when
about to prepare for another world, his gratitude was manifested in
a truly signal manner. A year or two ago, an individual in this city
was labouring under great pecuniary difficulty. He was unexpectedly
called upon for a considerable sum of money; and, although his means
were abundant, they were not at that time immediately available.
Puzzled and perplexed, he hesitated as to his best course, when, by
the merest chance, he met an old acquaintance, and incidentally
mentioned the facts of the case. The other referred to an act of
kindness that he had experienced years before, said that he bad
never forgotten it, and that nothing would afford him more pleasure
than to extend the relief that was required, and thus show, his
grateful appreciation of the courtesy of former years! The kindness
alluded to was a mere trifle, comparatively speaking, and its
recollection had passed entirely from the memory of the individual
who had performed it. Not so, however, with the obliged. He had
never forgotten it, and the result proved, in the most conclusive
manner, that he was deeply grateful.

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