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her ! Not but women ought to, in my opinion, but
they don't. Mrs. Hardenbrook don't understand
the first thing about business. She thinks paying
interest on a loan is very unfair ; and she stopped
her ears once when I was trying to explain to her
about discounting a note. She declared it was pure
absurdity," said Mr. Hardenbrook laughing.

Stephen knew something of the impracticable
nature of Mrs. Hardenbrook's mind, and smiled
without making any reply.

From this time, for a year or two more, or two
or three years, there was no break in the quiet
regularity with which winter and summer, school
time and vacation, brought their alternation of work
and pleasure. Stephen was growing strong and ca
pable, almost under the eyes of his friends, as the
months went by; and Posie, every time she came
home, seemed a more and more delightful creature.
She was growing too, in her way, which seemed to
those who loved her a way full of enchanting charm.
Not very tall ; with the prettiest rounded figure in
the world, and the most sunnily bright; the face
which as a child's had always been so engaging,
was now a thousand times more engaging, full of
winning witcheries and artless graces, arid loving
delights. A fair, blooming face, yet not one of ro
bust red and white; rather with delicate colour and
varying hues, and eyes of tender sparkle and light.
Posie had grown good as she had grown older; had
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which once distinguished her, and become most
gentle and loving; as full of sparkles and changing
lights as a dew-covered garden, and also as sweet.
She was the very heart's content of father and mo
ther; to Stephen she was as nearly as possible an
object of adoration. As she came home time after
time, and the change was every time noted, which
months and days and cultivation and experience
and maturing nature were making in the girl, Ste
phen in his heart almost fell down and worshipped
her. I do not mean by that that she ever took the
place with him which we are forbidden to give to
anything earthly ; the place of supreme first alle
giance and affection ; but under that, Posie took all
that Stephen had to give. Neither did he make
any show or parade whatever of his feeling; it was
as quiet as it was deep; only Posie knew that Ste
phen was wholly devoted to her; as much as a
brother could be; perhaps more; but she had never
had a brother and could not measure that. She had
no notion as yet of any other love than that of fa
ther and mother and brother, and gave back the
fulness of a very warm heart to them all.

Nor did Stephen's feeling, whatever it was, take
on any form or shew itself in any demonstrations
which might open the older and wiser eyes in the
family. Stephen was not demonstrative, generally;
his thoughts were more apt to embody themselves
in acts than in words or looks; and his thoughts
about Posie followed the common law of his nature.
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her, he did ; yet with so little parade of his agency
that it came all to Posie naturally, like the air and
the sunlight; which she lived in, and lived by,
without thinking of their beneficent working. The
two elder persons in the family were not quite so
thoughtless; experience taught them what might
happen; and Mrs. Hardenbrook sometimes arched
her eyebrows and asked her husband what he ex
pected to do with Stephen? and Mr. Hardenbrook
would answer, " All the boy wants me to do."

" You couldn't say more if he was your own son,"
returned the lady.

"No," said Mr. Hardenbrook; "nor do more."
And in truth, it was the place of a son that
Stephen came to occupy, as the years went on. He
was grown a noble fine fellow. Of middle height,
well knit and powerful in frame, with that open,
honest, intelligent, steadfast face of his, you might
travel many a summer's day and not see a finer
young man than Stephen Kay. By little and little
he had come to be Mr. Hardenbrook's right hand.
Not officially; Mr. Gordon still held his post of
foreman and director in the factory; but it was
recognized there and everywhere that Stephen was
Mr. Hardenbrook's representative, as much as if he
had borne his name and called him father. He was
Mr. Hardenbrook's trusted agent and manager in
outside business, and his overlooker at home; re
paying his benefactor already for all the care and
expense bestowed on him ; but in the giving and
taking of affection, neither of them thought of



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debts or of payments. Mrs. Hardenbrook too was
thoroughly won over to like him and to depend on
him ; he was as indispensable to her as to anybody ;
only in another way, which was not precisely the
way of affection.

So things were, when Posie came back from
school to stay, in the summer when she was seven
teen years old. Probably she might with advan
tage have given another year or two more to her
education ; but Mr. Hardenbrook declared he could
not any longer do without her, and Mrs. Harden-
brook's pride and ambition were satisfied with what
had been already done and gained; and she made
no opposition to the wish of father and daughter,
that now Posie should stay at home. For Posie
was as lovely a thing in the shape of a young
maiden, as mother's heart could wish to see; wise
too, out of sight of all her mother's wisdom, at
least so far as wisdom can be got from books; arid
accomplished so highly that no competition in all
the countryside could be feare/i for her. That was
Mrs. Hardenbrook's thought; nobody else had any
idea of competition ; her father, and Stephen, rested
their hearts on her with a delight which knew only
the positive and the superlative degrees, and had
no place for the comparative. And Posie herself
was much too simple and sweet to think of it.

So she came home, at seventeen. It was mid
summer, and the glory and fulness of the natural
world were but a fit concomitant and setting foi
the abundance of joy and wealth of affection which



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received her. Posie entered into it quite naturally ;
it was the native element of her life, and she felt
herself at home. And she gave them all back
such returns of love and tenderness and happy
sympathy and glad spirits, that they all felt as if
the house were suddenly visited with a shower of
light.

" How did we ever live so long without her ! w
said Mr. Harden brook to his wife.

" And now, I suppose," said that lady, with the
well known inflation of her small nostrils which
had such a peculiar effect, "now you think, Mr.
Hardenbrook, you can keep her always ! "

Her husband looked at her mutely.

"Don't you expect Posie will be married some
day?"

" I needn't expect it at present, I suppose."

"How long do you think you will keep her?"
the lady went on severely.

" Posie is only seventeen."

" Yes, and how many years will it take to make
her eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty?"

Mr. Hardenbrook made no answer whatever;
rocked himself back in his chair and looked at his
wife in silence. When he did speak it was of some
thing very irrelevant.

" I wonder how old Stephen is ? "

"I am never going to ask how old he is, Mr.
Hardenbrook ! " said the lady.



CHAPTER XXFV.

VIEWS.

* OTEPHEN," said Posie at dinner one day, two

O or three days after her home-coming, "pa

and ma are going off to Deepford this afternoon ;

can't you get out of the factory and come and sit

with me?"

" Yes, do," said Mr. Hardenbrook, " for we shall
not be home till late, I know. My wife won't get
through what she has to do, till the moon's up; and
I must see a man on business, that I can't see till
he's out of his workshop; so you come in, Stephen,
and take care of Posie."

Accordingly, somewhat late in the afternoon,
Stephen made his appearance in the parlour. It
was a pleasant room enough, opening on a garden ;
and windows were open, and door, and the gay
colours of the flowers were discernible outside, and
sweet odours came wafted in along with the sum
mer air. And Posie sat there, in a bright light
muslin dress and a rose in her bosom ; as fair and
gay and sweet as the garden, or the summer itself.
She jumped up to welcome Stephen. The whole

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aspect of things, to him, was as if a hundred thou
sand roses had bloomed in his face at once.

" How nice ! " said Posie. "Now here you are, in
good time. And we have so many things to talk
about; and I have something to shew you, Stephen.
Something I want to shew you first, because every
body cannot see things at once. Sit down there,
Stephen, here, What, are you going to sit on
the threshold?"

" It's as good a place as any," Stephen said quietly,
taking his position in the doorway at her feet. He
did not tell Posie that from that place he could
best look up into her face and take the effect of her
appearance generally. He sat down with a satisfied
smile.

" How nice it is to be at home, though ! And to
think that I am going to stay. I cannot realize it
yet. It seems to me still that I am going back to
Miss Pierson's in a few weeks; only I know I am
not"

" I am very glad you are not."

"Yes, so am I. But school wasn't bad either.
Stephen, we have got a great deal to talk about."

" Have we ? "

"Yes, I have. I am just glad pa and ma are
gone off to-day, and we have got this nice time
alone. Do you know, that is one of the things
Miss Pierson says I must not do, say 'pa' and
'ma'?"

" What must you say ? "

" ' Mamma,' and ' papa.' n



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" What's the difference ? "

" Well, she says, just all the difference between
proper and improper. Stephen, things are very-
queer. And do you know, the world is a very big
place?"

" I suppose I do," said Stephen smiling. " Have
you just found it out ? "

" Yes ! I never did find it out really till this year.
1 used to think, you know, that Cowslip and Deep-
ford were about all the world, and that Boston lay
at the extreme edge of everything. I really did.
1 hardly knew there was anything more."

" Why you studied geography in school at Cow
slip, long before you ever went to Miss Pierson;
and drew maps of all the parts of the world."

" Yes. Of course I knew it. But do you know,
Stephen, one can know things without knowing
them?"

" What has made the difference this year ? "

" Growing older, I suppose," said Posie, with a
moment's shadow of seniority crossing her brow.
"And then, talk; and other things. One of the
girls had a sister married and gone to Europe; and
she used to be getting letters from her, long de
lightful letters, and pictures; arid I seemed to wake
up somehow; and now Cowslip seems to me a spot
about as big as you can make with the nib of a pen
on a sheet of paper."

" What are the people that live in it?" said Ste
phen laughing.

"People and all go into that dot." said Posie



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"and that's where you are, Stephen. Now I am
going to open your eyes and make you see things.
You know how they take pictures of people by sun
light, daguerreotypes ? Well, now they have got
to taking pictures of other things landscapes, and
mountains, and everything, and not on metal plates
but on paper, so that one can carry them about
nicely and they don't take up any room. Lottie
Saunders, that girl I spoke of, had quantities sent
her by her sister; and I found out how I could get
some, and I got some; and now I am going to shew
you, Stephen, and make you open your eyes. Look
at that ; what do you think that is ? "

She handed Stephen an odd-looking instrument
as she spoke, and Stephen turned it about a few
moments in silence.

"I cannot imagine," he said at length. "These
are magnifying glasses; but I can see nothing."

" There is nothing there to see ! " cried Posie.
" Now wait, give it to me, and I will put some
thing in for you to look at, and you will not say
there is nothing again. There ! now get the
light right from that reflector "

Stephen uttered a low exclamation, at which Posie
clapped her hands exultantly ; then he took the glass
from his eye to look at the outside of the instru
ment again ; after which he applied his eye to it
in a proper manner and was motionless.

It seemed to him that he was looking into a new
strange world, not at any picture. It is true, it
was a world without colour; and yet he hardly



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missed the colour ; the perfection of form and relief
of every object so thoroughly suggested the other
qualities not given. Of course the sky was blue and
the foliage green; he never so much as thought of
that ; he was so engrossed with the visible features of
this new world. He saw steep mountain slopes which
on one side and on the other shut in a very narrow
valley; the slopes were fringed with pine and fir
and sometimes broken by precipitous walls of rock.
In the bottom lay nestling a small group of houses.
The valley, or gorge, stretched away from the eye
for some distance. Beyond it, filling all the space
of its open chasm to the eye, yet evidently far
beyond it, rose a great mountain, one of those
that are queens among mountains. The view was
framed in by the shelving sides of the gorge, and
the centre of the picture was this mountain. It
lifted its head to the sky ; what to right and left
the sides of the mountain might be, Stephen could
not see ; only this mighty towering central peak, the
sight of which almost took away his breath. It
would have been a great mountain, if it had reared
itself up so at the end of the gorge; but by the
tenderness of the lights and shadows Stephen per
ceived that it stood a great distance off. And yet
lifted its head so grandly !

For some little time there was silence; Stephen
under a spell, and Posie watching him in delight
that would not break it. At last Stephen found
words, without taking his eye from the glass.
" What is it *? *' he said.



288 STEPHEN, M.D.

" You don't know where you are ? "

" Not a bit."

"You are in the Alps, in Switzerland."

" Is Switzerland like that! " said Stephen slowly.

"How do you like it?"

" I did not know that God had made the world
so beautiful ! "

" Ah, now you begin to see that what I said was
true. That's the Jungfrau."

"What?"

" Why, the mountain," said Posie laughing.
"That mountain you see in the picture."

" Picture ? I don't seem to be looking at a pict
ure ; I am looking at the mountain itself ! "

" It's only a picture, though, and it travelled in
my trunk from Boston. That's the glass."

" What sort of a glass is it? and what makes it have
this effect ? I never saw anything like it before."

"Of course you didn't. It's a new thing; it's a
new invention ; it's a ste something, I always for
get what; I never think of anything but stiletto,
and it isn't that."

" But what gives it this effect ? "

"The magnifying glasses."

" I have looked through magnifying glasses be
fore, and it was never in the least like this."

" well, I don't know ; that's the new invention,
I told you. Never mind; now let me shew you
another "

" Wait, wait," said Stephen. " What place is
this?"



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"O that's Interlaken. It's a little place in the
mountains."

" I can see that for myself," said Stephen smiling.

" Well, people go there to see the mountains; and
that is the valley of Lauterbrunnen. Lottie's sister
was there and wrote all about it; see, that's the
hotel she staid at."

" How high is that mountain, Posie ? "

"How high? I don't know. Thousands and
thousands of feet. Ever so high. And all round
there are others heaps of mountains, as high and
higher; but the Jungfrau is very famous. And
down in the valley of Lauterbrunnen there is a water
fall, of a little brook, you know, which is so high
that it never gets to the bottom."

Here Stephen took his eye from the stereoscope
and began to laugh.

" O well, it doesn't. It's a thousand feet high,
I believe, or something like that; and before it
gets to the bottom it all flies apart in mist. I said
the truth. And all the places one goes to see are
more beautiful than it is possible to tell. Lottie's
sister wrote about them."

*' This is very beautiful," said Stephen, applying
his eye to the instrument again.

" I wanted you to see it first. They cost a good
deal, these views do ; but pa gave me money enough,
and 1 thought I would not like anything better than
to astonish you. Besides, I wanted you to know
what a big place the world is, and what a little
place \*e live in."



290 STEPHEN, M.D.

"What's the good of that?" Stephen asked, laugh
ing again.

" Well, I have come to know it's a little place, and
I want you to know it too. Stephen, wouldn't
you like to travel and go to Switzerland? to see
that mountain and all the rest ? "

" Perhaps you will, one day," said Stephen a little
soberly.

" No, I shall not. Pa never will go out of Amer
ica, I know. He will just stay here, where he has
staid all his life."

"There are some things to see, I suppose, in
America."

"Not like that."

" Did you ever hear of Niagara ? "

" but that's water."

" I suppose, water may be as wonderful as land,"
Stephen suggested, again with a laugh. "Mr.
Hardenbrook said one day, that maybe we would
all make a party and go to see Niagara next
year."

"Yes, but that wouldn't be like going to Switzer
land," said Posie. " And he won't go, besides.
Stephen, I would like to travel and see a great
many things. Stephen, wouldn't you?"

" I never thought of it."

"But now you do think of it, now you are
looking at Switzerland, wouldn't you like to go
there ? And to other places ? "

" Very much ; if I could go without leaving my
work."



VIEWS. 291

" Your work ? You always think about work I
Your work in the factory, do you mean ? "

"I mean, whatever I have to do. The factory
is not all."

" What else have you, Stephen ? " said Posie,
Hanging coaxingly over his shoulder.

" Some things for your father, and some things
for other people."

" Other people ? What other people ? I didn't
know you had anything to do for anybody else
What things have you to do for other people
Stephen ? "

He hesitated.

" I have a class to teach, in the jail at Deepford.'

"A class? In the jail? Stephen! What
sort of a class ? "

" Some of the prisoners."

"The prisoners! But what in the world can
you teach the prisoners ? In the jail ! What in
the world do you want to teach the prisoners
Stephen?"

"I want to tell them what Christ can do foi
them."

" is it a Bible class ? Stephen, can you find
nobody else in all the land to teach, but you must
go to the jail for it ? "

" Do you think anybody else in the land needs
it more ? "

" but the jail t What did ever put that in
your head ? Isn't it horrid ? "

"No."



292 STEPHEN, M.D.

" What put it into your head ? "

" Posie, I was trying to think who was in the
most need ; and then the people in the jail occurred
to me."

"Just like you ! But, Stephen, that is too absurd.
There's enough to do that isn't so disagreeable."

"What has that got to do with it?" Stephen
asked quietly. He had put down the stereoscope,
and was attending to Posie and her questions.

" But those are the worst people in all the
land."

" Not always. If they were, what then ? "

" They must be. Why they've been put in prison
for their misdeeds; and it isn't a sort of place for
decent people to go."

"What do you think the Lord meant then, in
that chapter about the sheep and the goats, when
he said, 'I was in prison, and ye came unto me'?"

" but Stephen ! Do you think that means that
we should go and see the people in all the jails, and
make classes of them and teach them ? "

" I cannot go to aU the jails," Stephen said smil
ing. " I can only get to Deepford."

" And do you think it is everybody's duty ? "

"'Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it, with
thy might' " Stephen answered, again smiling, as
he looked at Posie.

" Well, my hand don't find that to do," she said.

" Then don't do it," said Stephen, taking up the
stereoscope again.

" But you think I ought ! "



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" It does not matter, what I think."

" It does to me though," said Posie. "But I can
tell you, Stephen, you carry things pretty far. No
body is so strict as you are."

" Strict about what ? "

"O, things in general. Sundays; and what you
call 'duty'."

" Everybody must be strict about what he calls
duty."

"Well, they aren't, I can tell you; and you get
laughed at for it if you are."

"By whom?" said Stephen, putting down the
glass again.

" everybody. Nice people. Good people too.

yes, it is so as I tell you. I saw nobody in Bos
ton like you. People were good and nice, but they
did not think it necessary to go out on Sunday if it
rained hard ; and they didn't think there was any
harm in a game of cards; and they didn't poke
into prisons to see the prisoners; and they thought
religion generally was to make people comfortable
and not uncomfortable."

"What did you think?"

" Don't look at me like that, Stephen ! I don't
see but they were right. I think you are too
strict. I do, really. You're the best old Stephen
in the world, and I think nobody is like you; but

1 do think you are stricter than you need be."
"Am I stricter than Christ was? That is the

only question."

"0 well, never mind. Let us go on with the



294 STEPHEN, M.D.

pictures. I have got ever so many more. Have
you done with that one ? "

" No, I have not. And Posie, do not run away
from my question, but answer it."

" I can't answer it. I don't know who is right.
I like you best, anyhow."

" But you can answer it, if you have a mind.
Take just those words, ' Whatsoever ye would that
men should do to you, do ye even so to them.'
Wouldn't that send you to the prisoners in jail, if
you thought of it ? "

" I don't want it to send me to them."

" Very well, that is another matter ; but look at
the truth as it is."

" Stephen, it is easier not to look at it, don't you
know?"

"I always found it was easier to look at it. The
Bible says, 'The way of transgressors is hard;' and
that's how it always seems to me."

" Now I have vexed you," said Posie coaxingly.
"You are vexed at me."

" I am only troubled a little for you, Posie."

w Don't be troubled ! I'll be as strict as you like,
and do anything you like, and do nothing you
don't like, Stephen ! Now just don't you think
about it any more, but just go on with Switzer
land that's a good boy ! "

" Posie, I know the closer one keeps to Christ,
the happier one is, and the easier things are."

"I know, and I'll do it. Now look at Interlaken
again and get done with it. Why what would be



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come of you if you were in Switzerland itself?
You'd never get on ; you'd be snowed up while you
were looking at a view ; as bad as Lot's wife."

Stephen could not help laughing, and with that,
the former subject being disposed of, he gave him
self to the pictures. He settled himself comfort
ably with his back against the doorpost, and went.
off to Interlaken.



CHAPTER XXV.

PRINCIPLES.

"T7INDING that Lauterbrunnen and the Jungfrau
1 held him interminably, Posie grew impatient.
She fetched a footstool to Stephen's side and sat
down close to his shoulder; where if she could not
just see what he was looking at, for the stereoscope
was the old box kind, at least she could be at hand
to change the slides as fast as he would let her. But
Stephen was in no hurry to yield up the Jungfrau ;
and as he studied that, Posie fell to studying him.
Just as she had known him for a long time, so he
was as he sat there now, not changed, except that
Posie thought he was improved. Always as neat
as a pin, Posie noted how spotless his collar and
cuffs were, how fresh and clear the tints of the
skin, how bright and well cared for was the close
curly hair; and she noted too with pride the fine
manly figure and all of his face that she could see,
every line of which she thought as good as lines
could be. There was plenty of sense and strength
and quiet power in it, much more indeed than Posie

could read ; but like children with books, she felt what
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as yet she had not the skill to understand. Posie
studied him at her leisure, and then growing more
impatient, pinched his ear. Stephen looked round
and laughed, but was not yet diverted from his
study of Switzerland.

" Is that snow, up on the mountain ? " he asked.

" Yes, of course. When you get two or three
miles up in the air, you have snow, naturally."

" All the year round ! And that head of snow
looking down on the green valleys of summer
how beautiful ! "



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