Gratian ran past her into his mother"s room.
"Don"t be frightened," Mrs. Conyfer said at once. "It"s only that my rheumatism is very bad to-day. I"ll be better in the morning, dear. I must be well with you going away so soon."
And when the farmer came in she met him with the same cheerful tone, though it was evident she was suffering severely.
But Gratian sat by her bedside all the evening, doing all he could. He was grave and silent, for the thought was deep in his heart--
"I can"t go away--I can"t and I mustn"t if mother is going to be really ill. Poor mother! I"m sure my G.o.dmothers wouldn"t think I should."
CHAPTER XII.
LEARNING TO WAIT
"If all the beauty in the earth And skies and hearts of men Were gently gathered at its birth, And loved and born again."
MATTHEW BROWNE
But the G.o.dmothers seemed to have forgotten him. He went sadly to bed--and the tears came to his eyes when he remembered how that very evening he had thought of himself as "happier than he had ever been in his life." He fell asleep however as one does at nine years old, whatever troubles one has, and slept soundly for some hours. Then he was awakened by his door opening and some one coming in. It was his father.
"Gratian, wake up. Your mother is very ill I"m afraid. Some one must go for the doctor--old Jonas is the nearest. I can"t leave her--she seems nearly unconscious. Dress yourself as quick as you can, and tell Jonas to bring Dr. Spense as soon as possible."
Gratian was up and dressed almost at once. He felt giddy and miserable, and yet with a strange feeling over him that he had known it all before.
He dared not try to think clearly--he dared not face the terrible fear at the bottom of his heart. It was his first experience of real trouble.
As he hurried off he met Madge at the door; she too had been wakened up.
A sudden thought struck him.
"Madge," he said, "if I"m not back quickly, tell father not to be frightened. I think I"ll go all the way for the doctor myself. It"ll save time not to go waking old Jonas, and I know he couldn"t go as fast as I can."
Madge looked admiringly and yet half-anxiously at the boy. He seemed such a little fellow to go all that way alone in the dark winter night.
"I daresay you"re right," she said, "and yet I"m half-afraid. Hadn"t you better ask master first?"
Gratian shook his head.
"No, no. It will be all right. Don"t trouble him about me unless he asks," and off he ran.
He went as quickly as he could find his way--it was not a _very_ dark night--till he was fairly out on the moorland path. Then he stood still.
"White-wings, Green-wings--whichever of you hears me, come and help me.
Dear Green-wings, you said you always would comfort me."
"So she would, surely," said a voice, firmer and colder than hers, but kindly too, "but at this moment it"s more strength than comfort that you want. Hold out your arms, my boy, there--clasp me tight, don"t start at my cold breath. That"s right. Why, I can fly with you as if you were a snow-flake!"
And again Gratian felt the strange, whirling, rushing sensation, again he closed his eyes as if he were falling asleep, and knew no more till he found himself standing in the village street, a few doors from the doctor"s house, and felt, rather than heard, a clear cold whisper of "Farewell, Gratian, for the present."
And the next morning the neighbours spoke of the sudden northern blast that had come rushing down from the moors in the night, and wondered it had not brought the snow with it, little thinking it had brought a little boy instead!
Dr. Spense was soon awakened, and long as the time always seems to an anxious watcher by a sick-bed, Farmer Conyfer could scarcely believe his ears when he heard the rattle of the dogcart wheels up the steep road, or his eyes when the doctor, followed by Gratian, came up the staircase.
"My boy, but you have done bravely!" said the father in amazement.
"Doctor, I can"t understand how he can have been so quick!"
The doctor turned kindly to Gratian.
"Go down, my good child, and warm yourself. I saw the sparkle of a nice fire in the kitchen--it is a bitter night. I will keep my promise to you; as I go away I"ll look in."
For Gratian, though not able to tell much of his mother"s illness, had begged the doctor to promise to tell him the truth as to what he thought of her.
"I"d rather know, sir, I would indeed, even if it"s very bad," he had said tremblingly.
And as he sat by the kitchen fire waiting, it seemed to him that never till now had he in the least understood how he loved his mother.
It was a queer, boisterous night surely. For down the chimney, well-built and well-seasoned as it was, there came a sudden swirl of wind. But strangely enough it did not make the fire smoke. And Gratian, anxious though he was, smiled as a pretty green light seemed suddenly to dance among the flames. And he was neither surprised nor startled when a soft voice whispered in his ear:
"I am here, my darling. I _would_ come for one moment, though White-wings has been trying to blow me away. Keep up your heart--and don"t lose hope."
And just then the doctor came in.
"My boy," he said, as he stood warming his hands at the blaze, "I will tell you the truth. I am afraid your poor mother is going to be ill for a good while. She has not taken care of herself. But I have good hopes that she will recover. And you may do a good deal. I see you are sensible, and handy, I am sure. You must be instead of a daughter to her for a while--it will be hard on your father, and you may be of great help."
Gratian thanked him, with the tears, which would not now be kept back, in his eyes. And promising to come again that same day, for it was now past midnight, the doctor went away.
Some days pa.s.sed--the fever was high at first, and poor Mrs. Conyfer suffered much. But almost sooner than the doctor had ventured to hope, she began to get a little better. Within a week she was out of danger.
And then came Fergus"s mother again. She had already come to ask for news of her little friend"s mother, and in the first great anxiety she said nothing of the plans that had been made. But now she asked to see the farmer, and talked with him some time downstairs while Gratian watched by his mother.
"I am so thankful to be better--so very thankful to be better before you go, Gratian," said the poor woman.
"Oh yes, dear mother, we cannot be thankful enough," the boy replied. "I will never forget that night--the night you were so very ill," he said with a shiver at the thought of it.
"I shall not be able to write much to you, my child," she said. "The doctor says my hands and joints will be stiff for a good while, but that I must try not to fret, and to keep an easy mind. I will try--but it won"t be easy for me that"s always been so stirring. And I shall miss you at first, of course. But if you"re well and happy--and it would have been sad and dull for you here with me so different."
Just then the farmer"s voice came sounding up the stairs.
"Gratian," it said, "come down here."
The boy obeyed. But first he stooped and kissed the pale face on the pillow.
"Dear mother," he said.
His father was standing by the kitchen fire when he went in, and the lady was seated in one of the big old arm-chairs. She looked at him with fresh love and interest in her sweet blue eyes.
"Dear Gratian," she said, "Fergus is fretting for you sadly. Your father has been telling me what a clever sick-nurse you are. And indeed I was sure of it from your way with Fergus. I am so very, very glad your dear mother is better."