PART IV.
Fardorougha stood amazed and confounded, looking from one to another like a man who felt incapable of comprehending all that had pa.s.sed before him. His forehead, over which fell a few gray thin locks, a.s.sumed a deadly paleness, and his eye lost the piercing expression which usually characterized it. He threw his Cothamore several times over his shoulders, as he had been in the habit of doing when about to proceed after breakfast to his usual avocations, and as often laid it aside, without being at all conscious of what he did. His limbs appeared to get feeble, and his hands trembled as if he labored under palsy. In this mood he pa.s.sed from one to another, sometimes seizing a constable by the arm with a hard, tremulous grip, and again suddenly letting go his hold of him without speaking. At length a singular transition from this state of mind became apparent; a gleam of wild exultation shot from his eye; his sallow and blasted features brightened; the Cothamore was b.u.t.toned under his chin with a rapid energy of manner evidently arising from the removal of some secret apprehension.
"Then," he exclaimed, "it"s no robbery; it"s not robbery afther all; but how could it? there"s no money here; not a penny; an" I"m belied, at any rate; for there"s not a poorer man in the barony--thank G.o.d, it"s not robbery!"
"Oh, Fardorougha," said the wife, "don"t you see they"re goin" to take him away from us?"
"Take who away from us?"
"Connor, your own Connor--our boy--the light of my heart--the light of his poor mother"s heart! Oh, Connor, Connor, what is it they"re goin" to do to you?"
"No harm, mother, I trust; no harm--don"t be frightened."
The old man put his open hands to his temples, which he pressed bitterly, and with all his force, for nearly half a minute. He had, in truth, been alarmed into the very worst mood of his habitual vice, apprehension concerning his money; and felt that nothing, except a powerful effort, could succeed in drawing his attention to the scene which was pa.s.sing before him.
"What," said he; "what is it that"s wrong wid Connor?"
"He must come to jail," said one of the men, looking at him with surprise; "we have already stated the crime for which he stands committed."
"To jail! Connor O"Donovan to jail!"
"It"s too true, father; Bartle Flanagan has sworn that I burned Mr.
O"Brien"s haggard."
"Connor, Connor," said the old man, approaching him as he spoke, and putting his arms composedly about his neck, "Connor, my brave boy, my brave boy, it wasn"t you did it; "twas I did it," he added, turning to the constables; "lave him, lave him wid her, an" take me in his place!
Who would if I would not--who ought, I say--an" I"ll do it--take me; I"ll go in his place."
Connor looked down upon the old man, and as he saw his heart rent, and his reason absolutely tottering, a sense of the singular and devoted affection which he had ever borne him, overcame him, and with a full heart he dashed away a tear from his eye, and pressed his father to his breast.
"Mother," said he; "this will kill the old man; it will kill him!"
"Fardorougha, a hagur," said Ha wife, feeling it necessary to sustain him as much as possible, "don"t take it so much to heart, it won"t signify--Connor"s innocent, an" no harm will happen to him!"
"But are you lavin" us, Connor? are they--must they bring you to jail?"
"For a while, father; but I won"t be long there I hope."
"It"s an unpleasant duty on our part," said the princ.i.p.al of them; "still it"s one we must perform. Your father should lose no time in taking the proper steps for your defence."
"And what are we to do?" asked the mother; "G.o.d knows the boy"s as innocent as I am."
"Yes," said Fardorougha, still upon dwelling the resolution he had made; "I"ll go stand for you, Connor; you won"t let them bring me instead of you."
"That"s out of the question," replied the constable; "the law suffers nothing of the kind to take place; but if you will be advised by me, lose no time in preparing to defend him. It would be unjust to disguise the matter from you, or to keep you ignorant of its being a case of life and death."
"Life and death! what do you mane?" asked Fardorougha, staring vacantly at the last speaker.
"It"s painful to distress you; but if he"s found guilty, it"s death."
"Death! hanged!" shrieked the old man, awaking as it were for the first time to a full perception of his son"s situation; "hanged! my boy hanged! Connor, Connor, don"t go from me!"
"I"ll die wid him," said the mother; "I"ll die wid you, Connor. We couldn"t live widout him," she added, addressing the strangers; "as G.o.d is in heaven we couldn"t! Oh Connor, Connor, avourneen, what is it that has come over us, and brought us to this sorrow?"
The mother"s grief then flowed on, accompanied by a burst of that unstudied, but pathetic eloquence, which in Ireland is frequently uttered in the tone of wail and lamentation peculiar to those who mourn over the dead.
"No," she added, with her arms tenderly about him, and her streaming eyes fixed with a wild and mournful look of despair upon his face; "no, he is in his loving mother"s arms, the boy that never gave to his father or me a harsh word or a sore heart! Long were we lookin" for him, an"
little did we think it was for this heavy fate that the goodness of G.o.d sent him to us! Oh, many a look of lovin" affection, many a happy heart did he give us! Many a time Connor, avillish, did I hang over your cradle, and draw out to myself the happiness and the good that I hoped was before you. You wor too good--too good, I doubt--to be long in such a world as this, an" no wondher that the heart of the fair young colleen, the heart of the _Colleen dhas dhun_ should rest upon you and love you; for who ever knew you that didn"t? Isn"t there enough, King of heaven! enough of the bad an" the wicked in this world for the law to punish, an" not to take the innocent--not to take away from us the only one--the only one--I can"t--I can"t--but if they do--Connor--if they do, your lovin" mother will die wid you!"
The stern officers of justice wiped their eyes, and were proceeding to afford such consolation as they could, when Fardorougha, who had sat down after having made way for Honor to recline on the bosom of their son, now rose, and seizing the breast of his coat, was about to speak, but ere he could utter a word he tottered, and, would have instantly fallen, had not Connor caught him in his arms. This served for a moment to divert the mother"s grief, and to draw her attention from the son to the husband, who was now insensible. He was carried to the door by Connor; but when they attempted to lay him in a rec.u.mbent posture, it was found almost impossible to unclasp the deathlike grip which he held of the coat. His haggard face was shrunk and collapsed; the individual features sharp and thin, but earnest and stamped with traces of alarm; his brows, too, which were slightly knit, gave to his whole countenance a character of keen and painful determination. But that which struck those who were present, most, was the unyielding grasp with which he clung even in his insensibility to the person of Connor.
If not an affecting sight, it was one at least strongly indicative of the intractable and indurated attachment which put itself forth with such vague and illusive energy on behalf of his son. At length he recovered, and on opening his eyes he fixed them with a long look of pain and distraction upon the boy"s countenance.
"Father," said Connor, "don"t be cast down--you need not--and you ought not to be so much disheartened--do you feel better?"
When the father heard his voice he smiled; yes--his shrunk, pale, withered face was lit up by a wild, indescribable ecstasy, whose startling expression waa borrowed, one would think, as much from the light of insanity as from that of returning consciousness. He sucked in his thin cheeks, smacked his parched, skinny lips, and with difficulty called for drink. Having swallowed a little water, he looked round him with more composure, and inquired--
"What has happened me? am I robbed? are you robbers? But I tell you there"s no money in the house. I lodged the last penny yesterday--afore my G.o.d I did--but--oh, what am I sayin"? what is this, Connor?"
"Father dear, compose yourself--we"ll get over this throuble."
"We will, darlin"," said Honor, wiping the pale brows of her husband; "an" we won"t lose him."
"No, achora," said the old man; "no, we won"t lose him! Connor?"
"Well, father dear!"
"There"s a thing here--here"--and he placed his hand upon his heart--"something it is that makes me afeard--a sinkin"--a weight--and there"s a strugglin", too, Connor. I know I can"t stand it long--an"
it"s about you--it"s all about you."
"You distress yourself too much, father; indeed you do. Why, I hoped that you would comfort my poor mother till I come back to her and you, as I will, plase G.o.d."
"Yes," he replied; "yes, I will, I will."
"You had better prepare," said one of the officers; "the sooner this is over the better--he"s a feeble man and not very well able to bear it."
"You are right," said Connor; "I won"t delay many minutes; I have only to change my clothes, an" I am ready."
In a short time he made his appearance dressed in his best suit; and, indeed, it would be extremely difficult to meet, in any rank of life, a finer specimen of vigor, activity, and manly beauty. His countenance, at all times sedate and open, was on this occasion shaded by an air of profound melancholy that gave a composed grace and dignity to his whole bearing.
"Now, father," said he, "before I go, I think it right to lave you and my poor mother all the consolation I can. In the presence of G.o.d, in yours, in my dear mother"s, and in the presence of all who hear me, I am as innocent of the crime that"s laid to my charge as the babe unborn.
That"s a comfort for you to know, and let it prevent you from frettin"; and now, good by; G.o.d be with you, and strengthen, and support you both!"
Fardorougha had already seized his hand; but the old man could neither speak nor weep; his whole frame appeared to have been suddenly pervaded by a dry agony that suspended the beatings of his very heart. The mother"s grief, on the contrary, was loud, and piercing, and vehement.
She threw herself once more upon his neck; she kissed his lips, she pressed him to her heart, and poured out as before the wail of a wild and hopeless misery. At length, by the aid of some slight but necessary force, her arms were untwined from about his neck; and Connor then, stooping, embraced his father, and, gently placing him on a settle--bed, bade him farewell! On reaching the door he paused, and, turning about, surveyed his mother struggling in the hands of one of the officers to get embracing him again, and his gray--haired father sitting in speechless misery on the settle. He stood a moment to look upon them, and a few bitter tears rolled, in the silence of manly sorrow, down his cheeks.
"Oh, Fardorougha!" exclaimed his mother, after they had gone, "sure it isn"t merely for partin" wid him that we feel so heart--broken. He may never stand under this roof again, an" he all we have and had to love!"