Ethelyn's Mistake - Page 96/218

This news did Richard good, showing a better side of Ethie's character

than the one presented to him. She was not cold and proud to the family

at home; even his mother, who wrote to him once or twice, spoke kindly

of her, while James warmly applauded her, and Andy wrote a letter,

wonderful in composition, and full of nothing but Ethelyn, who made

their home so pleasant with her music, and songs, and pretty face. There

was some comfort in this^ and so Richard bore his burden in silence, and

no one ever dreamed that the letters he received with tolerable

regularity were only blank, fulfillments of a hasty vow.

With Christmas came the Van Buren set from Boston--Aunt Sophia, with

Frank, and his girlish bride, who soon became a belle, flirting with

every man who offered his attentions, while Frank was in no way behind

in his flirtations with the other sex. Plain, matter-of-fact Melinda

Jones was among the first to claim his notice after he learned that she

was niece of the man who drove such splendid blacks and kept so handsome

a suite of rooms at Willard's; but Melinda was more than his match, and

snubbed him so unmercifully that he gave her up, and sneered at her as

"that old-maidish girl from the West." Mrs. Dr. Van Buren had been

profuse in her inquiries after Ethelyn, and loud in her regrets at her

absence. She had also tried to patronize both Richard and Melinda,

taking the latter with her to the theater and to a reception, and trying

to cultivate her for the sake of poor Ethie, who was obliged to

associate with her and people like her. Melinda, however, did not need

Mrs. Van Buren's patronage. Her uncle was a man of wealth and mark, who

stood high in Washington, where he had been before. His niece could not

lack attention, and ere the season was over the two rival belles at

Washington were Mrs. Frank Van Buren, from Boston, and Miss Melinda

Jones, from Iowa.

But prosperity did not spoil Melinda, and James Markham's chances were

quite as good when, dressed in pink silk, with camelias in her hair, she

entertained some half-dozen judges and M.C.'s as when in brown delaine

and magenta ribbons she danced a quadrille at some "quilting bee out

West." She saw the difference, however, between men of cultivation and

those who had none, and began to understand the cause of Ethelyn's cold,

proud looks when surrounded by Richard's family. She began also silently

to watch and criticise Richard, comparing him with other men of equal

brain, and thinking how, if she were his wife, she would go to work to

correct his manners. Possibly, too, thoughts of James, in his blue frock

and cowhide boots, occasionally intruded themselves upon her mind; but

if so, they did not greatly disturb her equanimity, for, let what might

happen, Melinda felt herself equal to the emergency--whether it were to

put down Frank Van Buren and the whole race of impudent puppies like

him, or polish rough James Markham if need be. How she hated Frank Van

Buren when she saw his neglect of his young wife, whose money was all he

seemed to care for; and how utterly she loathed and despised him after

the night, when, at a party given by one of Washington's magnates, he

stood beside her for half an hour and talked confidently to her of

Ethelyn, whom, he hinted, he could have married if he would.