Thus at last they reached home. He was carefully raised by the bed and borne into the house and up-stairs to his own chamber, where, being undressed, he was laid upon his own easy couch. Traverse sent off for other medical aid, administered a restorative and proceeded to examine his injuries.
"It is useless, dear boy--useless all! You have medical knowledge enough to be as sure of that as I am. Cover me up and let me compose myself before seeing Clara, and while I do so, go you and break this news gently to the poor child!" said the doctor, who, being under the influence of the restorative, spoke more steadily than at any time since the fall Traverse, almost broken-hearted, obeyed his benefactor and went to seek his betrothed, praying the Lord to teach him how to tell her this dreadful calamity and to support her under its crushing weight.
As he went slowly, wringing his hands, he suddenly met Clara with her dress in disorder and her hair flying, just as she had run from her room while dressing for dinner. Hurrying toward him, she exclaimed:
"Traverse, what has happened? For the good Lord"s sake, tell me quickly--the house is all in confusion. Every one is pale with affright!
No one will answer me! Your mother just now ran past me out of the store room, with her face as white as death! Oh, what does it all mean?"
"Clara, love, come and sit down; you are almost fainting--(oh, heaven, support her!)" murmured Traverse, as he led the poor girl to the hall sofa.
"Tell me! Tell me!" she said.
"Clara--your father----"
"My father! No, no--no--do not say any harm has happened to my father--do not, Traverse!--do not!"
"Oh, Clara, try to be firm, dear one!"
"My father! Oh, my father!--he is dead!" shrieked Clara, starting up wildly to run, she knew not whither.
Traverse sprang up and caught her arm and drawing her gently back to her seat, said:
"No, dear Clara--no, not so bad as that--he is living!"
"Oh, thank heaven for so much! What is it, then, Traverse? He is ill!
Oh, let me go to him!"
"Stay, dear Clara--compose yourself first! You would not go and disturb him with this frightened and distressed face of yours--let me get you a gla.s.s of water," said Traverse, starting up and bringing the needed sedative from an adjoining room.
"There, Clara, drink that and offer a silent prayer to heaven to give you self-control."
"I will--oh, I must for his sake! But tell me, Traverse, is it--is it as I fear--as he expected--apoplexy?"
"No, dear love--no. He rode out this morning and his horse got frightened by the van of a circus company that was going into the town, and----"
"And ran away with him and threw him! Oh, heaven! Oh, my dear father!"
exclaimed Clara, once more clasping her hands wildly, and starting up.
Again Traverse promptly but gently detained her, saying:
"You promised me to be calm, dear Clara, and you must be so, before I can suffer you to see your father."
Clara sank into her seat and covered her face with her hands, murmuring, in a broken voice:
"How can I be? Oh, how can I be, when my heart is with grief and fright?
Traverse! Was he--was he--oh, dread to ask you! Oh, was he much hurt?"
"Clara, love, his injuries are internal! Neither he nor I yet know their full extent. I have sent off for two old and experienced pract.i.tioners from Staunton. I expect them every moment. In the mean time, I have done all that is possible for his relief."
"Traverse," said Clara, very calmly, controlling herself by an almost superhuman effort, "Traverse, I will be composed; you shall see that I will; take me to my dear father"s bedside; it is there that I ought to be!"
"That is my dear, brave, dutiful girl! Come, Clara!" replied the young man, taking her hand and leading her up to the bed-chamber of the doctor. They met Mrs. Rocke at the door, who tearfully signed them to go in as she left it.
When they entered and approached the bedside, Traverse saw that the suffering but heroic father must have made some superlative effort before he could have reduced his haggard face and writhing form to its present state of placid repose, to meet his daughter"s eyes and spare her feelings.
She, on her part, was no less firm. Kneeling beside his couch, she took his hand and met his eye composedly as she asked:
"Dear father, how do you feel now?"
"Not just so easy, love, as if I had laid me down here for an afternoon"s nap, yet in no more pain than I can very well bear."
"Dear father, what can I do for you?"
"You may bathe my forehead and lips with cologne, my dear," said the doctor, not so much for the sake of the reviving perfume, as because he knew it would comfort Clara to feel that she was doing something, however slight, for him.
Traverse stood upon the opposite side of the bed fanning him.
In a few moments Mrs. Rocke re-entered the room, announcing that the two old physicians from Staunton, Doctor Dawson and Doctor Williams, had arrived.
"Show them up, Mrs. Rocke. Clara, love, retire while the physicians remain with me," said Doctor Day.
Mrs. Rocke left the room to do his bidding. And Clara followed and sought the privacy of her own apartment to give way to the overwhelming grief which she could no longer resist.
As soon as she was gone the doctor also yielded to the force of the suffering that he had been able to endure silently in her presence, and writhed and groaned with agony--that wrung the heart of Traverse to behold.
Presently the two physicians entered the room and approached the bed, with expressions of sincere grief at beholding their old friend in such a condition and a hope that they might speedily be able to relieve him.
To all of which the doctor, repressing all exhibitions of pain and holding out his hand in a cheerful manner, replied:
"I am happy to see you in a friendly way, old friends! I am willing also that you should try what you--what you can do for me--but I warn you that it will be useless! A few hours or days of inflammation, fever and agony, then the ease of mortification, then dissolution!"
"Tut--tut," said Doctor Williams, cheerfully. "We never permit a patient to p.r.o.nounce a prognosis upon his own case!"
"Friend, my horse ran away, stumbled and fell upon me, and rolled over me in getting up. The viscera is crushed within me; breathing is difficult; speech painful; motion agonizing; but you may examine and satisfy yourselves," said Doctor Day, still speaking cheerfully, though with great suffering.
His old friends proceeded gently to the examination, which resulted in their silently and perfectly coinciding in opinion with the patient himself.
Then, with Doctor Day and Traverse, they entered into a consultation and agreed upon the best palliatives that could be administered, and begging that if in any manner, professionally or otherwise, they could serve their suffering friend, at any hour of the day or night, they might be summoned, they took leave.
As soon as they had gone, Clara, who had given way to a flood of tears, and regained her composure, rapped for admittance.
"Presently, dear daughter--presently," said the doctor, who then, beckoning Traverse to stoop low, said:
"Do not let Clara sit up with me to-night. I foresee a night of great anguish which I may not be able to repress, and which I would not have her witness! Promise you will keep her away."
"I promise," faltered the almost broken-hearted youth. "You may admit her now," said the doctor, composing his convulsed countenance as best he could, lest the sight of his sufferings should distress his daughter.
Clara entered, and resumed her post at the side of the bed.