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When Helen had paid the funeral expenses and some trifling debts, she
found she had but a small sum left. It was now her all for the present
support of three individuals; and for the future? poor girl! did she
think of that? it did indeed cross her mind; but she suppressed the
murmuring sigh that arose; and her beloved mother's precepts were
remembered, and her injunctions, that in every trial, she would cling
to her God for help. And truly, and wonderfully was this lone girl
supported; and almost superhuman were the efforts she was enabled to
make. Fortunately, much manual labour was saved by the faithful
servant, Nancy, whom no entreaties could force to quit. She insisted
on accompanying the children of her beloved mistress to their new
home. She, therefore, went with the waggon, and the next day, Mr.
Montgomery drove the three young ones to their destination. They were
to spend the first night with Mrs. Cameron, whom Helen found the
counterpart of her worthy brother. Less refined in manner, it is true,
and with few advantages of education, but she had much common sense,
and a most benevolent disposition, and was able to judge most sensibly
of things passing around her. Greatly prepossessed by all she had
heard of Helen, she received her with the warmth of an old friend.
Little Henry soon became an especial favourite; he was delighted with
the change, and the natural buoyancy of his disposition, soon led him
to forget past sorrows; the farm yard, the garden, the promised
fishing from the neighbouring trout stream, were all novelties that
enchanted him. Nancy was up early, and with the aid of Mrs. Cameron's
servant, had got nearly everything into the different rooms, ere that
lady and Helen could get there. The cottage was very small, but nature
had done much for the situation, which was indeed beautiful. There was
a small bed room off Helen's that was exactly the thing for Henry, and
a back one, which Nancy took for granted would be hers, and had,
accordingly, put all her things in it.
Everything was soon nicely arranged, and but little had to be bought.
Mrs. Cameron sent a great many things from her house that, she said,
were superfluous, causing much extra trouble to keep in order. This,
Helen knew, was only intended to lessen the sense of obligation.
Naturally active in her habits, she soon made the little place
comfortable, and while she thought how different it was, to what she
had been used to, she also remembered how much better it was, far
better than she could expect under existing circumstances.
Her next consideration was the possibility of getting something to do
for their support before their little money was expended. She
consulted with Mrs. Cameron, as to the probability of obtaining
needlework, at which she was very expert; though she feared the
confinement might injure her health, of which, it behoved, her to take
especial care, for the sake of little Fanny and Henry. However, if any
could be obtained, at once, she resolved to take it, till she could
fix on something else; and early the next day Mrs. Cameron called to
say, Mrs. Sherman, the Doctor's wife, would have some ready, if Miss
Willoughby would call at three in the afternoon. Helen's pride rose,
and her heart beat high; was she to go for it herself? She, for the
moment, revolted at the idea; but principle soon came to her aid, and
she accused herself of want of moral courage.
"What!" said she to Mrs. Cameron, "has it pleased God to place me in a
position, at which I dare to murmur? oh, my dear friend, what would my
beloved mother say, could she witness my foolish struggle between
principle and pride. Were it not for my good, should I be called on to
do it?"
"No, my dear girl; and that Being who sees principle triumph, will
reward it. Go then, my child; you see and feel what you ought to do,
therefore, act up to it. It is only when the right path is rugged,
there is any merit in walking in it."
"You are right, my excellent friend; may God direct this rebellious
heart of mine. Oh, how unlike am I to that dear departed one,
who,----" here she burst into tears. Mrs. Cameron now rose to go, and
Helen promised to call after she had been to Mrs. Sherman's.
In the afternoon, she dressed herself to go for the work. Her deep
mourning added, if possible, to her lady-like appearance. When in
health, she was extremely lovely; but it was a beauty, one can hardly
describe, since it arose not from regularity of feature. Suffice it to
say, she found Mrs. Sherman alone, who received her, not only kindly,
but with a degree of feeling and respect, that is rarely accorded
those, whom adversity has depressed. She apologized for not having
sent the work, and said, that indisposition, alone, induced her to
trouble Helen to call for the directions as to making the shirts,
about which the doctor was very particular. While pointing out how
they were to be done, a little girl, about eleven, burst into the
room, and threw herself on the sofa. On her mother desiring her to
leave, she cried out in a wayward tone, "No, I shan't, I want to stay
here, because I like it, and I will, too; papa would let me if he was
at home, and if you turn me out, I'll tell him, so I will."
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