The stretcher was shoved hastily into the elevator and the door closed on everybody but Chick and the nurse and the orderly.
It was about that time that Chick decided to lie down. Where were they taking him? What were they going to do with him? What did Aunt "Tella mean by those strange words? Where had Mis" Squeerington gone? With sudden quaking terror he looked at the nurse and broke into hoa.r.s.e interrogatory sounds.
"Here we are!" she cried soothingly, as the elevator came to a halt.
"And here"s Dr. Wyeth waiting for us."
"Well, my little man," said the large figure in white, taking a small cold hand in his large strong one, "we are going to put you to sleep and when you wake up, it will be all over. You are pretty game, aren"t you?"
Chick, trying very hard to keep his knees from shaking the sheet, nodded emphatically.
"I thought so," lied the doctor cheerfully, looking into the terror-stricken eyes. "I can almost always tell when a fellow"s made out of the right sort of stuff. You don"t wear false teeth, do you?"
Chick"s sudden, toothless smile revealed the futility of this question.
"That"s good. No danger of your swallowing them. Now suppose you put this funnel over your mouth and take a big breath. That"s right! Another one! That"s right, once more!"
Chick felt a hot, sweet air rush into his throat, and began to choke.
But the doctor"s voice kept saying insistently, "Once more!" "Once more, my boy!" And the doctor thought he was game.
He shut his eyes and tried not to be afraid, but fearful things were happening! His skin was leaving his body; and he was going up in the air; lights danced before his eyes and he was suddenly in a terrible hurry about something. He had never been in such a hurry before! He was leaving doctors and nurses far below, he could hear their voices growing fainter every moment. Then suddenly the lights began to dance again, and the hurry came back, and all the breath was being squeezed out of him.
No, he couldn"t be game any longer! He must fight! Savagely, blindly, dumbly he struggled against this awful unknown thing that was mastering him. Then, after a last agonizing effort he sank helplessly into the abyss of sleep.
Meanwhile, on the floor below, sitting on the cold bare steps beside the door of the elevator, two white-faced women waited anxiously. All was silent in the high, narrow corridor except for the footsteps of pa.s.sing nurses, and the occasional sharp cry of pain, or groan of weariness from some suffering patient.
"That"s him!" cried Myrtella hysterically as one of these cries reached her.
"No, no. He is sound asleep by this time. He won"t know anything until it is all over." Then as another cry brought Myrtella to her feet, Miss Lady added, "Please, Myrtella, don"t be so frightened. Those cries come from the floor below."
Myrtella shook off her hand impatiently. "How long have they been gone?
Why didn"t you tell me they was going to keep him hours and hours?"
"It"s only been twenty minutes. I know how anxious you are, but you must try to be calm. If you aren"t they won"t let you go in the room when they bring him down."
"Won"t let me in the room!" Myrtella"s face blazed with anger. "I"d like to see "em stop me! Who"s got a better right? The doctor? The nurse?
You? There ain"t none of you got the right to him I have. Ain"t I his mother?"
Miss Lady looked at her with amazement, and shrank instinctively from the desperate, defiant woman.
"That"s right!" cried Myrtella, almost beside herself. "s.n.a.t.c.h your hand off my arm, shrink away from me like I was a leper! Tell everybody, tell the police that I throwed my baby in the ash barrel and abandoned it! It don"t make no difference now, nothin" makes no difference but Chick. Oh, my G.o.d! How long have they been?"
"They will be down very soon now, Myrtella. Don"t tear your handkerchief like that. Here, take mine."
But Myrtella"s eyes were too full of terror for tears; she sat with her hands locked about her knees swaying to and fro.
"I"ve never told n.o.body," she went on wildly; "all these years I"ve kept it bottled up in my soul "til it"s eat it plumb out. I never done it to Chick! He wasn"t Chick then. He was just somethin" that belonged to a devil. Then he growed to be Chick, and all my hate turned to love, and now G.o.d"s gittin" even, I knowed He would! He wouldn"t let him live now, just to spite me!"
"Myrtella!" Miss Lady"s voice commanded indignantly. "Don"t you dare say such things! Who knows but this very minute G.o.d"s giving Chick back to you? Perhaps He is taking this way of showing you He forgives you. Pray to Him, Myrtella! Ask Him to do what"s best for Chick, whatever it may be."
Myrtella"s head had sunken on her knees, and her coa.r.s.e, work-hardened hands were clinging to Miss Lady"s slender ones.
Suddenly they both started. The elevator descended creakingly and halted beside them. There was a shuffling of feet and the stretcher was wheeled past with a small, white-sheeted form lying motionless upon it.
"It"s all over," said Dr. Wyeth, following briskly. "He put up a pretty stiff fight while taking the anesthetic, but we downed him at last.
The conditions were less serious than I antic.i.p.ated. With care and good nursing he ought to get well right away now. h.e.l.lo! Here"s another patient!"
For Myrtella, glaring at him through her steel-rimmed spectacles, had dropped like a log straight across the corridor and lay unconscious with her fly-away hat crushed under one ear.
"Loosen her collar," directed Dr. Wyeth, "and bring me some ice water.
There! She"ll come around in a minute."
He knelt beside her with his hand on her pulse, looking at her curiously. Then he turned to Miss Lady:
"Queer how faces come back to you. I attended this woman twelve years ago, when I was interne in the maternity ward at the City Hospital."
CHAPTER XXVIII
As the sixth of November approached, Donald Morley"s friends for the first time became seriously apprehensive over the result of his final trial. The fact that he had engaged an unknown, inexperienced lawyer to cope with the redoubtable Kinner, was looked upon as his crowning folly. The case, which had always excited considerable local interest on account of the prominence of the families involved, now became a matter of much graver significance, concerning, as it did, the author of "Khalil Samad," the most talked-about book of the hour.
Miss Lady, alone at Thornwood now, except for Bertie and Myrtella, fought through the days as best she could. Since Connie"s confession she had seen little of her, for after a round of visits in the Blue Gra.s.s region, that restless young person had been with friends in town, and was still there when the date set for the trial arrived.
Up to this time Miss Lady had conquered in the hourly struggle she was making with her own heart. Again and again Donald had tried to see her, but on one pretext or another she had evaded him. She was puzzled, bewildered, and hopelessly wretched, and she asked herself repeatedly why her happiness should be sacrificed for that of a shallow, irresponsible b.u.t.terfly. For Donald, she had no blame, he had drifted into this affair with Connie when his need was greatest, and now that his honor was involved as well as hers, there must be no turning back.
But when the second day of the trial dawned, and she came down after a sleepless night to read discouraging news reports of the previous day"s proceedings, she found that something stronger than herself was taking possession of her. In vain did she try to fulfil her accustomed tasks.
Every atom of her was there in the courthouse beside Donald Morley, standing trial with him. Twice she flung on her coat and hat, only to take them off again, and stand at the window impatiently watching the storm.
For the long summer had finally come to an end. After days of radiant October sunshine, when winter seemed, like the hereafter, vague and far off, a wind came rushing out of the north, stripping the trees in a single night, and leaving them surprised at their sudden nakedness. Then the sleet came, and, not content with attacking trees and shrubs, must storm the house itself, invading windows and doors, besieging every nook and corner, only to waste away at last into icy streams that went rattling noisily down the gutters.
As the morning wore on Miss Lady grew more and more restless. Suppose the preposterous should happen, and for the second time twelve honest men should p.r.o.nounce an innocent man guilty? Could Connie face the ignominy of the verdict? Would her fickle, inconstant heart steady to such a test? Suppose that once again the person on whom Donald Morley depended, should fail him in a supreme hour?
For the third time Miss Lady threw on her wraps. She could no longer stand the suspense, she must go to him, in case he needed her.
""Fore de Lawd!" exclaimed Uncle Jimpson when her intention was made known to him. "I dunno what ole John"ll think of us, takin" him to de station a day lak dis! "Sides de noon train"s done went."
"Then we"ll have to drive to town. Hitch up as quickly as you can!"
"But, Miss Lady, Honey, you fergit de sleet! Ole John "ud slide "round de road lak a fly on a bald spot."
"No matter! I"m going. Hurry!"
Myrtella, who was fashioning a dough man, under the personal supervision of Bert, looked up indignantly:
"You don"t think you are going out in this storm without no lunch, do you?"
"I can"t eat anything, I"m not hungry."