While she was thus occupied, Tulee came in hastily to say that a stranger gentleman was coming toward the house. Such an event in that lonely place produced general excitement, and some consternation. Rosa at once drew her curtain and bolted the door. But Tulee soon came rapping gently, saying, "It"s only I, Missy Rosy." As the door partially opened, she said, "It"s a friend Madame has sent ye." Rosa, stepping forward, recognized Mr. Duroy, the cousin in whose clothes Madame had escaped with them from New Orleans. She was very slightly acquainted with him, but it was such a comfort to see any one who knew of the old times that she could hardly refrain from throwing herself on his neck and bursting into tears. As she grasped his hand with a close pressure, he felt the thinness of her emaciated fingers. The paleness of her cheeks, and the saddened expression of her large eyes, excited his compa.s.sion. He was too polite to express it in words, but it was signified by the deference of his manner and the extreme gentleness of his tones. He talked of Madame"s anxious love for her, of the Signor"s improving health, of the near completion of their plan for going to Europe, and of their intention to take her with them.
Rosa was full of thankfulness, but said she was as yet incapable of much exertion. Mr. Duroy went on to speak of Tom"s visit to Madame; and slowly and cautiously he prepared the way for his account of the conversation between Mr. Fitzgerald and Mr. Bruteman. But careful as he was, he noticed that her features tightened and her hands were clenched. When he came to the interchange of writings, she sprung to her feet, and, clutching his arm convulsively, exclaimed, "Did he do that?" Her eyes were like a flame, and her chest heaved with the quick-coming breath.
He sought to draw her toward him, saying in soothing tones, "They shall not harm you, my poor girl. Trust to me, as if I were your father." But she burst from him impetuously, and walked up and down rapidly; such a sudden access of strength had the body received from the frantic soul.
"Try not to be so much agitated," said he. "In a very short time you will be in Europe, and then you will be perfectly safe."
She paused an instant in her walk, and, with a strange glare in her eyes, she hissed out, "I hate him."
He laid his hand gently upon her shoulder, and said: "I want very much that you should try to be calm. Some negroes are coming with a boat at daybreak, and it is necessary we should all go away with them. You ought to rest as much as possible beforehand."
"_Rest_!" repeated she with bitter emphasis. And clenching her teeth hard, she again said, "I hate him!"
Poor Rosa! It had taken a mountain-weight of wrong so to crush out all her gentleness.
Mr. Duroy became somewhat alarmed. He hastened to the kitchen and told Chloe to go directly to Miss Rosa. He then briefly explained his errand to Tulee, and told her to prepare for departure as fast as possible. "But first go to your mistress," said he; "for I am afraid she may go crazy."
The sufferer yielded more readily to Tulee"s accustomed influence than she had done to that of Mr. Duroy. She allowed herself to be laid upon the bed; but while her forehead and temples were being bathed, her heart beat violently, and all her pulses were throbbing. It was, however, necessary to leave her with Chloe, who knelt by the bedside, holding her hand, and praying in tones unusually low for her.
"I"m feared for her," said Tulee to Mr. Duroy. "I never see Missy Rosy look so wild and strange."
A short time after, when she looked into the room, Rosa"s eyes were closed. She whispered to Chloe: "Poor Missy"s asleep. You can come and help me a little now."
But Rosa was not in the least drowsy. She had only remained still, to avoid being talked to. As soon as her attendants had withdrawn, she opened her eyes, and, turning toward the babes, she gazed upon them for a long time. There they lay side by side, like twin kittens. But ah! thought she, how different is their destiny! One is born to be cherished and waited upon all his days, the other is an outcast and a slave. My poor fatherless babe! He wouldn"t manumit us. It was not thoughtlessness. He _meant_ to sell us. "He _meant_ to sell us," she repeated aloud; and again the wild, hard look came into her eyes. Such a tempest was raging in her soul, that she felt as if she could kill him if he stood before her. This savage paroxysm of revenge was followed by thoughts of suicide. She was about to rise, but hearing the approach of Tulee, she closed her eyes and remained still.
Language is powerless to describe the anguish of that lacerated soul.
At last the storm subsided, and she fell into a heavy sleep.
Meanwhile the two black women were busy with arrangements for the early flight. Many things had been already prepared with the expectation of a summons to New Orleans, and not long after midnight all was in readiness. Chloe, after a sound nap on the kitchen floor, rose up with the first peep of light. She and Tulee hugged each other, with farewell kisses and sobs. She knelt by Rosa"s bedside to whisper a brief prayer, and, giving her one long, lingering look, she took up her baby, and set off for the plantation, wondering at the mysterious ways of Providence.
They deferred waking Rosa as long as possible, and when they roused her, she had been so deeply sunk in slumber that she was at first bewildered. When recollection returned, she looked at her babe.
"Where"s Chloe?" she asked.
"Gone back to the plantation," was the reply.
"O, I am so sorry!" sighed Rosa.
"She was feared they would miss her," rejoined Tulee. "So she went away as soon as she could see. But she prayed for ye, Missy Rosy; and she told me to say poor Chloe would never forget ye."
"O, I"m _so_ sorry!" repeated Rosa, mournfully.
She objected to taking the nourishment Tulee offered, saying she wanted to die. But Mr. Duroy reminded her that Madame was longing to see her, and she yielded to that plea. When Tulee brought the same travelling-dress in which she had first come to the cottage, she shrunk from it at first, but seemed to remember immediately that she ought not to give unnecessary trouble to her friends. While she was putting it on, Tulee said, "I tried to remember to put up everything ye would want, darling."
"I don"t want _any_thing," she replied listlessly. Then, looking up suddenly, with that same wild, hard expression, she added, "Don"t let me ever see anything that came from _him_!" She spoke so sternly, that Tulee, for the first time in her life, was a little afraid of her.
The eastern sky was all of a saffron glow, but the golden edge of the sun had not yet appeared above the horizon, when they entered the boat which was to convey them to the main-land. Without one glance toward the beautiful island where she had enjoyed and suffered so much, the unhappy fugitive nestled close to Tulee, and hid her face on her shoulder, as if she had nothing else in the world to cling to.
A week later, a carriage stopped before Madame"s door, and Tulee rushed in with the baby on her shoulder, exclaiming, "_Nous voici_!"
while Mr. Duroy was helping Rosa to alight. Then such huggings and kissings, such showers of French from Madame, and of mingled French and Italian from the Signor, while Tulee stood by, throwing up her hand, and exclaiming, "Bless the Lord! bless the Lord!" The parrot listened with ear upturned, and a lump of sugar in her claw, then overtopped all their voices with the cry of "_Bon jour, Rosabella! je suis enchantee_."
This produced a general laugh, and there was the faint gleam of a smile on Rosa"s face, as she looked up at the cage and said, "_Bon jour, jolie Manon_!" But she soon sank into a chair with an expression of weariness.
"You are tired, darling," said Madame, as she took off her bonnet and tenderly put back the straggling hair. "No wonder, after all you have gone through, my poor child!"
Rosa clasped her round the neck, and murmured, "O my dear friend, I _am_ tired, _so_ tired!"
Madame led her to the settee, and arranged her head comfortably on its pillows. Then, giving her a motherly kiss, she said, "Rest, darling, while Tulee and I look after the boxes."
When they had all pa.s.sed into another room, she threw up her hands and exclaimed: "How she"s changed! How thin and pale she is! How large her eyes look! But she"s beautiful as an angel."
"I never see Missy Rosy but once when she wasn"t beautiful as an angel," said Tulee; "and that was the night Ma.s.sa Duroy told her she was sold to Ma.s.sa Bruteman. Then she looked as if she had as many devils as that Mary Magdalene Ma.s.sa Royal used to read about o"
Sundays."
"No wonder, poor child!" exclaimed Madame. "But I hope the little one is some comfort to her."
"She ha"n"t taken much notice of him, or anything else, since Ma.s.sa Duroy told her that news," rejoined Tulee.
Madame took the baby and tried to look into its face as well as the lopping motions of its little head would permit. "I shouldn"t think she"d have much comfort in looking at it," said she; "for it"s the image of its father; but the poor little dear ain"t to blame for that."
An animated conversation followed concerning what had happened since Tulee went away,--especially the disappearance of Flora. Both hinted at having entertained similar suspicions, but both had come to the conclusion that she could not be alive, or she would have written.
Rosa, meanwhile, left alone in the little parlor, where she had listened so anxiously for the whistling of _ca ira_, was scarcely conscious of any other sensation than the luxury of repose, after extreme fatigue of body and mind. There was, indeed, something pleasant in the familiar surroundings. The parrot swung in the same gilded ring in her cage. Madame"s table, with its basket of chenilles, stood in the same place, and by it was her enamelled snuffbox. Rosa recognized a few articles that had been purchased at the auction of her father"s furniture;--his arm-chair, and the astral lamp by which he used to sit to read his newspaper; a sewing-chair that was her mother"s; and one of Flora"s embroidered slippers, hung up for a watch-case. With these memories floating before her drowsy eyes, she fell asleep, and slept for a long time. As her slumbers grew lighter, dreams of father, mother, and sister pa.s.sed through various changes; the last of which was that Flora was puzzling the mocking-birds. She waked to the consciousness that some one was whistling in the room.
"Who is that!" exclaimed she; and the parrot replied with a tempest of imitations. Madame, hearing the noise, came in, saying: "How stupid I was not to cover the cage! She is _so_ noisy! Her memory is wonderful.
I don"t think she"ll ever forget a note of all the _melange_ dear Floracita took so much pains to teach her."
She began to call up reminiscences of Flora"s incessant mischief; but finding Rosa in no mood for anything gay, she proceeded to talk over the difficulties of her position, concluding with the remark: "To-day and to-night you must rest, my child. But early to-morrow you and the Signor will start for New York, whence you will take pa.s.sage to Ma.r.s.eilles, under the name of Signor Balbino and daughter."
"I wish I could stay here, at least for a little while," sighed Rosa.
"It"s never wise to wish for what cannot be had," rejoined Madame. "It would cause great trouble and expense to obtain your freedom; and it is doubtful whether we could secure it at all, for Bruteman won"t give you up if he can avoid it. The voyage will recruit your strength, and it will do you good to be far away from anything that reminds you of old troubles. I have nothing left to do but to dispose of my furniture, and settle about the lease of this house. You will wait at Ma.r.s.eilles for me. I shall be uneasy till I have the sea between me and the agents of Mr. Bruteman, and I shall hurry to follow after you as soon as possible."
"And Tulee and the baby?" asked Rosa.
"Yes, with Tulee and the baby," replied Madame. "But I shall send them to my cousin"s to-morrow, to be out of the way of being seen by the neighbors. He lives off the road, and three miles out. They"ll be nicely out of the way there."
It was all accomplished as the energetic Frenchwoman had planned. Rosa was whirled away, without time to think of anything. At parting, she embraced Tulee, and looked earnestly in the baby"s face, while she stroked his shining black hair. "Good by, dear, kind Tulee," said she.
"Take good care of the little one."
At Philadelphia, her strength broke down, and they were detained three days. Consequently, when they arrived in New York, they found that the Mermaid, in which they expected to take pa.s.sage, had sailed. The Signor considered it imprudent to correspond with his wife on the subject, and concluded to go out of the city and wait for the next vessel. When they went on board, they found Madame, and explained to her the circ.u.mstances.
"I am glad I didn"t know of the delay," said she; "for I was frightened enough as it was. But, luckily, I got off without anybody"s coming to make inquiries."
"But where are Tulee and the baby? Are they down below?" asked Rosa.
"No, dear, I didn"t bring them."
"O, how came you to leave them?" said Rosa. "Something will happen to them."