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Book I - South America CHAPTER IV - LADY GLENARVAN'S PROPOSAL
LADY HELENA thought it best to say nothing to the children
about the fears Lord Glenarvan had expressed in his letters
respecting the decisions of the Lords of the Admiralty with regard
to the document. Nor did she mention the probable captivity
of Captain Grant among the Indians of South America. Why sadden
the poor children, and damp their newly cherished hopes?
It would not in the least alter the actual state of the case;
so not a word was said, and after answering all Miss Grant's questions,
Lady Helena began to interrogate in her turn, asking her about
her past life and her present circumstances.
It was a touching, simple story she heard in reply, and one
which increased her sympathy for the young girl.
Mary and Robert were the captain's only children. Harry Grant
lost his wife when Robert was born, and during his long voyages
he left his little ones in charge of his cousin, a good old lady.
Captain Grant was a fearless sailor. He not only thoroughly
understood navigation, but commerce also--a two-fold qualification
eminently useful to skippers in the merchant service.
He lived in Dundee, in Perthshire, Scotland. His father, a minister
of St. Katrine's Church, had given him a thorough education,
as he believed that could never hurt anybody.
Harry's voyages were prosperous from the first, and a few years after
Robert was born, he found himself possessed of a considerable fortune.
It was then that he projected the grand scheme which made him popular
in Scotland. Like Glenarvan, and a few noble families in the Lowlands,
he had no heart for the union with England. In his eyes the interests
of his country were not identified with those of the Anglo-Saxons,
and to give scope for personal development, he resolved to found
an immense Scotch colony on one of the ocean continents.
Possibly he might have thought that some day they would achieve
their independence, as the United States did--an example doubtless
to be followed eventually by Australia and India. But whatever
might be his secret motives, such was his dream of colonization.
But, as is easily understood, the Government opposed his plans,
and put difficulties enough in his way to have killed an ordinary man.
But Harry would not be beaten. He appealed to the patriotism
of his countrymen, placed his fortune at the service of the cause,
built a ship, and manned it with a picked crew, and leaving his
children to the care of his old cousin set off to explore the great
islands of the Pacific. This was in 1861, and for twelve months,
or up to May, 1862, letters were regularly received from him, but no
tidings whatever had come since his departure from Callao, in June,
and the name of the BRITANNIA never appeared in the Shipping List.
Just at this juncture the old cousin died, and Harry Grant's
two children were left alone in the world.
Mary Grant was then only fourteen, but she resolved to face
her situation bravely, and to devote herself entirely
to her little brother, who was still a mere child.
By dint of close economy, combined with tact and prudence,
she managed to support and educate him, working day and night,
denying herself everything, that she might give him all he needed,
watching over him and caring for him like a mother.
The two children were living in this touching manner in Dundee,
struggling patiently and courageously with their poverty.
Mary thought only of her brother, and indulged in dreams of a
prosperous future for him. She had long given up all hope of
the BRITANNIA, and was fully persuaded that her father was dead.
What, then, was her emotion when she accidentally saw the notice
in the TIMES!
She never hesitated for an instant as to the course she
should adopt, but determined to go to Dumbartonshire immediately,
to learn the best and worst. Even if she were to be told that
her father's lifeless body had been found on a distant shore,
or in the bottom of some abandoned ship, it would be a relief
from incessant doubt and torturing suspense.
She told her brother about the advertisement, and the two children
started off together that same day for Perth, where they took the train,
and arrived in the evening at Malcolm Castle.
Such was Mary Grant's sorrowful story, and she recounted it in so simple
and unaffected a manner, that it was evident she never thought her
conduct had been that of a heroine through those long trying years.
But Lady Helena thought it for her, and more than once she put her arms
round both the children, and could not restrain her tears.
As for Robert, he seemed to have heard these particulars
for the first time. All the while his sister was speaking,
he gazed at her with wide-open eyes, only knowing now how
much she had done and suffered for him; and, as she ended,
he flung himself on her neck, and exclaimed, "Oh, mamma!
My dear little mamma!"
It was quite dark by this time, and Lady Helena made the children
go to bed, for she knew they must be tired after their journey.
They were soon both sound asleep, dreaming of happy days.
After they had retired. Lady Helena sent for Major McNabbs,
and told him the incidents of the evening.
"That Mary Grant must be a brave girl," said the Major.
"I only hope my husband will succeed, for the poor children's sake,"
said his cousin. "It would be terrible for them if he did not."
"He will be sure to succeed, or the Lords of the Admiralty must
have hearts harder than Portland stone."
But, notwithstanding McNabbs's assurance, Lady Helena passed
the night in great anxiety, and could not close her eyes.
Mary Grant and her brother were up very early next morning,
and were walking about in the courtyard when they heard the sound of a
carriage approaching. It was Lord Glenarvan; and, almost immediately,
Lady Helena and the Major came out to meet him.
Lady Helena flew toward her husband the moment he alighted;
but he embraced her silently, and looked gloomy and disappointed--
indeed, even furious.
"Well, Edward?" she said; "tell me."
"Well, Helena, dear; those people have no heart!"
"They have refused?"
"Yes. They have refused me a ship! They talked of the millions that
had been wasted in search for Franklin, and declared the document was
obscure and unintelligible. And, then, they said it was two years now
since they were cast away, and there was little chance of finding them.
Besides, they would have it that the Indians, who made them prisoners,
would have dragged them into the interior, and it was impossible,
they said, to hunt all through Patagonia for three men--three Scotchmen;
that the search would be vain and perilous, and cost more lives than
it saved. In short, they assigned all the reasons that people invent
who have made up their minds to refuse. The truth is, they remembered
Captain Grant's projects, and that is the secret of the whole affair.
So the poor fellow is lost for ever."
"My father! my poor father!" cried Mary Grant, throwing herself
on her knees before Lord Glenarvan, who exclaimed in amazement:
"Your father? What? Is this Miss--"
"Yes, Edward," said Lady Helena; "this is Miss Mary Grant and her brother,
the two children condemned to orphanage by the cruel Admiralty!"
"Oh! Miss Grant," said Lord Glenarvan, raising the young girl,
"if I had known of your presence--"
He said no more, and there was a painful silence in the courtyard,
broken only by sobs. No one spoke, but the very attitude of both
servants and masters spoke their indignation at the conduct
of the English Government.
At last the Major said, addressing Lord Glenarvan: "Then you
have no hope whatever?"
"None," was the reply.
"Very well, then," exclaimed little Robert, "I'll go and speak to those
people myself, and we'll see if they--" He did not complete his sentence,
for his sister stopped him; but his clenched fists showed his intentions
were the reverse of pacific.
"No, Robert," said Mary Grant, "we will thank this noble lord
and lady for what they have done for us, and never cease to think
of them with gratitude; and then we'll both go together."
"Mary!" said Lady Helena, in a tone of surprise.
"Go where?" asked Lord Glenarvan.
"I am going to throw myself at the Queen's feet, and we shall
see if she will turn a deaf ear to the prayers of two children,
who implore their father's life."
Lord Glenarvan shook his head; not that he doubted the kind heart
of her Majesty, but he knew Mary would never gain access to her.
Suppliants but too rarely reach the steps of a throne;
it seems as if royal palaces had the same inscription
on their doors that the English have on their ships:
_Passengers are requested not to speak to the man at the wheel_.
Lady Glenarvan understood what was passing in her husband's mind,
and she felt the young girl's attempt would be useless, and only
plunge the poor children in deeper despair. Suddenly, a grand,
generous purpose fired her soul, and she called out:
"Mary Grant! wait, my child, and listen to what I'm going to say."
Mary had just taken her brother by the hand, and turned to go away;
but she stepped back at Lady Helena's bidding.
The young wife went up to her husband, and said, with tears in her eyes,
though her voice was firm, and her face beamed with animation:
"Edward, when Captain Grant wrote that letter and threw it into the sea,
he committed it to the care of God. God has sent it to us--to us!
Undoubtedly God intends us to undertake the rescue of these poor men."
"What do you mean, Helena?"
"I mean this, that we ought to think ourselves fortunate if we
can begin our married life with a good action. Well, you know,
Edward, that to please me you planned a pleasure trip;
but what could give us such genuine pleasure, or be so useful,
as to save those unfortunate fellows, cast off by their country?"
"Helena!" exclaimed Lord Glenarvan.
"Yes, Edward, you understand me. The DUNCAN is a good strong ship,
she can venture in the Southern Seas, or go round the world if necessary.
Let us go, Edward; let us start off and search for Captain Grant!"
Lord Glenarvan made no reply to this bold proposition, but smiled,
and, holding out his arms, drew his wife into a close, fond embrace.
Mary and Robert seized her hands, and covered them with kisses;
and the servants who thronged the courtyard, and had been witnesses
of this touching scene, shouted with one voice, "Hurrah for the Lady
of Luss. Three cheers for Lord and Lady Glenarvan!"
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