She gazed wonderingly at the dismal chamber. Dismal to her, who beheld

it only for an instant; and how much more so to him, into whose brain

each bare spot on the ceiling, every tatter of the paper-hangings, and

all the splintered carvings of the mantelpiece, seen wearily through

long years, had worn their several prints! Inexpressibly miserable is

this familiarity with objects that have been from the first disgustful.

"I have received a strange message," said Zenobia, after a moment's

silence, "requesting, or rather enjoining it upon me, to come hither.

Rather from curiosity than any other motive,--and because, though a

woman, I have not all the timidity of one,--I have complied. Can it be

you, sir, who thus summoned me?"

"It was," answered Moodie.

"And what was your purpose?" she continued. "You require charity,

perhaps? In that case, the message might have been more fitly worded.

But you are old and poor, and age and poverty should be allowed their

privileges. Tell me, therefore, to what extent you need my aid."

"Put up your purse," said the supposed mendicant, with an inexplicable

smile. "Keep it,--keep all your wealth,--until I demand it all, or

none! My message had no such end in view. You are beautiful, they

tell me; and I desired to look at you."

He took the one lamp that showed the discomfort and sordidness of his

abode, and approaching Zenobia held it up, so as to gain the more

perfect view of her, from top to toe. So obscure was the chamber, that

you could see the reflection of her diamonds thrown upon the dingy

wall, and flickering with the rise and fall of Zenobia's breath. It was

the splendor of those jewels on her neck, like lamps that burn before

some fair temple, and the jewelled flower in her hair, more than the

murky, yellow light, that helped him to see her beauty. But he beheld

it, and grew proud at heart; his own figure, in spite of his mean

habiliments, assumed an air of state and grandeur.

"It is well," cried old Moodie. "Keep your wealth. You are right

worthy of it. Keep it, therefore, but with one condition only."

Zenobia thought the old man beside himself, and was moved with pity.

"Have you none to care for you?" asked she. "No daughter?--no

kind-hearted neighbor?--no means of procuring the attendance which you

need? Tell me once again, can I do nothing for you?"

"Nothing," he replied. "I have beheld what I wished. Now leave me.

Linger not a moment longer, or I may be tempted to say what would bring

a cloud over that queenly brow. Keep all your wealth, but with only

this one condition: Be kind--be no less kind than sisters are--to my

poor Priscilla!"




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