"You have never suffered, Kate, or you could bear, not only to hear, but to say worse things than I am saying. If you only knew how much worse my thoughts are!"
"But you will be punished for them, Carolina! I--I don"t like to preach, but G.o.d always sends afflictions to those who defy Him!"
"I wouldn"t care if He killed me!" cried Carolina, furiously. "I have nothing left to live for. I hope I shall never come back alive from this ride!"
When she had rushed from the room, leaving that terrible wish in Kate"s memory, Kate shivered with apprehensions.
"Something awful will happen to Carolina!" she muttered. "I never knew it to fail!" But her eyes filled with tears. "What if I had to bear what she has!" she thought. "Loss of father, mother, home, and fortune!
Poor girl! Poor girl!"
She had intended to go out, but some inner voice told her to wait.
Carolina"s dreadful mood and reckless words haunted her. She went restlessly from room to room, and anxiously listened for sounds of her return. And so keenly was she expecting a misfortune that when the telephone-bell rang sharply, it calmed her at once.
"It has happened!" she said to herself, as she flew to answer.
The message was that Carolina had been thrown from her horse and dragged. They were bringing her home.
"I knew it!" said Kate. "She was in too awful a mood to wear spurs with Astra. I ought to have made her take them off."
Carolina was still unconscious when they brought her in. Kate caught a glimpse of her still, white face as they carried her up-stairs. She waited with feverish impatience for the doctor"s verdict, with her mind full of Carolina"s awful words. "I knew it!" she kept whispering to herself through a rain of tears. "G.o.d always gets even with people who dare Him to do His worst!"
It seemed hours before Doctor Colfax finally came out, with his refined face full of pain.
"Is she dead?" whispered Kate, catching at his arm. He shook his head.
"Disfigured?" continued Kate, with growing anxiety.
"Worse!" said the doctor. "She has broken her hip badly. Even if she recovers, she will be lamed for life!"
Kate covered her mouth to repress a scream.
Beautiful Carolina lamed for life!
"Crutches?" whispered Kate.
"I am afraid so!" said the doctor, with a deep sigh. "I am going to have a consultation. We will do everything we can to preserve her health--and her beauty, poor child!"
Kate turned away in a pa.s.sion of tears, well knowing that to Carolina"s proud spirit dependence would be far worse than death.
Bad news travels on the wings of the wind, and before the day was over Carolina"s accident was on everybody"s tongue.
Her sister-in-law was indignant, in a sense outraged by Carolina"s behaviour. She blamed her first of all for existing in her radiant youth and beauty and so far outshining her own modest charms. She blamed her secondly for permitting Sherman to lose her money and thus make it Addie"s duty to offer her a home. She blamed her thirdly, and most bitterly of all, for injuring herself so hopelessly that she could never marry, thus placing herself upon Addie to support for life. Was ever a more unkind fate invented? Addie"s temper, never of the best, burst all bounds as this situation became plain to her, and she expressed herself fluently to Sherman, who felt himself included in her misfortunes as part author of them.
It was an unhappy time for all concerned, for Carolina"s bitter denunciations of her fate and her grief over her dependence could hardly be checked even in the presence of Kate and her family, whose hospitality and friendship, so generously offered, put the girl under at least civilized bonds of restraint. There were times, however, when she was alone, that she relapsed into such a savage state that she tore her hair and bit her own tender flesh.
The sight of such rebellion reduced even Kate"s mutinous nature to peace and quiet by contrast, and Kate was developed into a gentle friend of Christian sentiments by Carolina"s great need.
The conversations they held with each other were long and intimate.
Kate tried to put faith in the series of doctors who succeeded each other like chapters in a book, but the sufferer"s clear eyes saw not only through Kate"s kind intentions, but through the great surgeon"s hopeless hopes, and from the first she knew the worst. Knew that her bright youth was for ever gone; that her usefulness was ended; that never again could she expect even to ornament a social function, crippled as she was and disfigured by ungainly crutches. Her one hope was to die. Thus she made no effort to recover, and her strength, instead of aiding her, gradually faded away until her accident, though not at first of a fatal nature, began to be looked on as her death-blow.
At this juncture, Addie, struck with remorse, came and offered Carolina a home, but Carolina shook her head.
"Thank you, Addie, but when I move from here it will be to rest for ever. I want to die here with Kate. She loves me!"
It was a bitter thrust, and Addie felt it to the verge of tears.
Indeed, she was so moved by pity for the frail shadow that Carolina had become, that she forgave the girl for having been so beautiful and began to be fond of her, as one is fond of a crippled child, who had been obnoxious in health.
Trouble develops people.
Mrs. Winchester was detained in Boston by the dangerous illness of the niece she had gone to visit, and although greatly fretting at being kept away from Carolina, was fairly obliged to stay.
Carolina felt that she was welcome at the Howards, for not only Kate"s mother but her father often came to sit with her and cheer her and to urge upon her how glad they were to be able to help her when she needed help.
Carolina was grateful, the more so because she felt that she had not long to live. She had been in bed several months, and while the surgeons said the broken bones had knit, yet it was agony for her to move. She almost fainted with pain when they were obliged to lift her from one position to another.
Kate spent hours in trying to interest her in the life around her. She felt frightened when she discovered the depth of Carolina"s listlessness. Her weakness took a stubborn form.
"I am only one of the crowd now, Kate dear," she said one day after a long argument from her friend. "There is no use in wasting so much energy over me. Go and forget me and enjoy yourself. I used to be of the exclusive few who got their own ways always. Now I belong to the great mob of malcontents--the anarchists of the social world. I shall not want to blow up kings and presidents, but I would like to throw a bomb at every happy face I see."
Her voice trailed off to a weak whisper.
"Y-you wouldn"t need many bombs, then," said Kate, "for I never s-see any really happy faces. Did you ever in all your life--either at b.a.l.l.s abroad or the opera here, see a perfectly happy face?"
Carolina shook her head and closed her eyes wearily.
Suddenly she opened them again.
"Yes," she said, "I have seen one--the night of "Faust." It was Rosemary G.o.ddard!"
Kate gave a little scream.
"Well, I"d rather follow you to the grave you seem so bent on f-falling into," she stammered, "than to get happiness from such a source. My dear, Rosemary G.o.ddard is a C-Christian Scientist!"
Kate"s tone indicated that Rosemary had contracted a loathsome disease.
Carolina fixed her eyes on Kate. She was not of a contrary disposition, yet the difference between Kate Howard"s tone and Rosemary G.o.ddard"s face made her stop to think.
"I should like to talk to Rosemary," she said at last. To her surprise and consternation, Kate burst into tears.
"If you g-go and turn into one of those n-nasty things," she sobbed, "it will end everything. I"d rather you died!"
"Then never mind," said Carolina, wearily. "I don"t want to vex anybody. Perhaps I shall die."
Kate jumped up. The momentary colour faded from Carolina"s face and the strength from her voice. Kate recognized the change.
"I"ll go and f-fetch her," she said, with her old-time change of front.
"She may do you good."