"What is it, child?" exclaimed Hannah, in affright.
"I do believe I"m dying--and, oh! I hope I am."
"Oh, no, ye aint a-dying, nyther; there"s more life than death in this "ere; Lord forgive ye, girl, fer bringing such a grief upon your good sister," said Mrs. Jones grimly.
"Oh, Mrs. Jones, what is the matter with her? Has she taken poison, do you think? She has been in a great deal of trouble to-night!" cried Hannah, in dismay.
"No, it"s worse than pi"sen. Hannah, you send that ere gaping and staring n.i.g.g.e.r right away directly; this aint no place, no longer, for no men-folks to be in, even s"posin they is nothin" but n.i.g.g.e.r cre-turs.".
Hannah raised her eyes to the speaker. A look of intelligence pa.s.sed between the two women. The old dame nodded her head knowingly, and then Hannah gently laid Nora back upon her pillow, for she seemed at ease again now, and went to the old man and said:
"Uncle Jovial, you had better go home now. Aunt Dinah will be anxious about you, you know."
"Yes, honey, I knows it, and I was only awaitin" to see if I could be of any more use," replied the old man, meekly rising to obey.
"I thank you very much, dear old Uncle Jovial, for all your goodness to us to-night, and I will knit you a pair of nice warm socks to prove it."
"Laws, child, I don"t want nothing of no thanks, nor no socks for a-doin" of a Christian man"s duty. And now, Miss Hannah, don"t you be cast down about this here misfortin"; it"s nothin" of no fault of yours; everybody "spects you for a well-conducted young "oman; an" you is no ways "countable for your sister"s mishaps. Why, there was my own Aunt Dolly"s step-daughter"s husband"s sister-in-law"s son as was took up for stealin" of sheep. But does anybody "spect me the less for that? No! and no more won"t n.o.body "spect you no less for poor misfortinit Miss Nora.
Only I do wish I had that ere scamp, whoever he is, by the ha"r of his head! I"d give his blamed neck one twist he wouldn"t "cover of in a hurry," said the old man, drawing himself up stiffly as he b.u.t.toned his overcoat.
"And now good-night, chile! I"ll send my ole "oman over early in de mornin", to fetch Miss Nora somefin" nourishin, an" likewise to see if she can be of any use," said Jovial, as he took up his hat to depart.
The snow had ceased to fall, the sky was perfectly clear, and the stars were shining brightly. Hannah felt glad of this for the old man"s sake, as she closed the door behind him.
But Nora demanded her instant attention. That sufferer was in a paroxysm of agony stronger than any that had yet preceded it.
There was a night of extreme illness, deadly peril, and fearful anxiety in the hut.
But the next morning, just as the sun arose above the opposite heights of Brudenell, flooding all the cloudless heavens and the snow-clad earth with light and glory, a new life also arose in that humble hut upon the hill.
Hannah Worth held a new-born infant boy in her arms, and her tears fell fast upon his face like a baptism of sorrow.
The miserable young mother lay back upon her pillow--death impressed upon the sunken features, the ashen complexion, and the fixed eyes.
"Oh, what a blessing if this child could die!" cried Hannah, in a piercing voice that reached even the failing senses of the dying girl.
There was an instant change. It was like the sudden flaring up of an expiring light. Down came the stony eyes, melting with tenderness and kindling with light. All the features were softened and illumined.
Those who have watched the dying are familiar with these sudden re-kindlings of life. She spoke in tones of infinite sweetness:
"Oh, do not say so, Hannah! Do not grudge the poor little thing his life! Everything else has been taken from him, Hannah!--father, mother, name, inheritance, and all! Leave him his little life: it has been dearly purchased! Hold him down to me, Hannah; I will give him one kiss, if no one ever kisses him again."
"Nora, my poor darling, you know that I will love your boy, and work for him, and take care of him, if he lives; only I thought it was better if it pleased G.o.d that he should go home to the Saviour," said Hannah, as she held the infant down to receive his mother"s kiss.
"G.o.d love you, poor, poor baby!" said Nora, putting up her feeble hands, and bringing the little face close to her lips. "He will live, Hannah!
Oh, I prayed all through the dreadful night that he might live, and the Lord has answered my prayer," she added, as she resigned the child once more to her sister"s care.
Then folding her hands over her heart, and lifting her eyes towards heaven with a look of sweet solemnity, and, in a voice so deep, bell-like, and beautiful that it scarcely seemed a human one, she said:
"Out of the Depths have I called to Thee, and Thou hast heard my voice."
And with these sublime words upon her lips she once more dropped away into sleep, stupor, or exhaustion--for it is difficult to define the conditions produced in the dying by the rising and falling of the waves of life when the tide is ebbing away. The beautiful eyes did not close, but rolled themselves up under their lids; the sweet lips fell apart, and the pearly teeth grew dry.
Old Mrs. Jones, who had been busy with a saucepan over the fire, now approached the bedside, saying:
"Is she "sleep?"
"I do not know. Look at her, and see if she is," replied the weeping sister.
"Well, I can"t tell," said the nurse, after a close examination.
And neither could Hippocrates, if he had been there.
"Do you think she can possibly live?" sobbed Hannah.
"Well--I hope so, honey. Law, I"ve seen "em as low as that come round again. Now lay the baby down, Hannah Worth, and come away to the window; I want to talk to you without the risk of disturbing her."
Hannah deposited the baby by its mother"s side and followed the nurse.
"Now you know, Hannah, you must not think as I"m a hard-hearted ole "oman; but you see I must go."
"Go! oh, no! don"t leave Nora in her low state! I have so little experience in these cases, you know. Stay with her! I will pay you well, if I am poor."
"Child, it aint the fear of losin" of the pay; I"m sure you"re welcome to all I"ve done for you."
"Then do stay! It seems indeed that Providence himself sent you to us last night! What on earth should we have done without you! It was really the Lord that sent you to us."
""Pears to me it was Old Nick! I know one thing: I shouldn"t a-come if I had known what an adventur" I was a-goin" to have," mumbled the old woman to herself.
Hannah, who had not heard her words, spoke again:
"You"ll stay?"
"Now, look here, Hannah Worth, I"m a poor old lady, with nothing but my character and my profession; and if I was to stay here and nuss Nora Worth, I should jes" lose both on "em, and sarve me right, too! What call have I to fly in the face of society?"
Hannah made no answer, but went and reached a cracked tea-pot from the top shelf of the dresser, took from it six dollars and a half, which was all her fortune, and came and put it in the hand of the nurse, saying:
"Here! take this as your fee for your last night"s work and go, and never let me see your face again if you can help it."
"Now, Hannah Worth, don"t you be unreasonable--now, don"t ye; drat the money, child; I can live without it, I reckon; though I can"t live without my character and my perfession; here, take it, child--you may want it bad afore all"s done; and I"m sure I would stay and take care of the poor gal if I dared; but now you know yourself, Hannah, that if I was to do so, I should be a ruinated old "oman; for there ain"t a respectable lady in the world as would ever employ me again."
"But I tell you that Nora is as innocent as her own babe; and her character shall be cleared before the day is out!" exclaimed Hannah, tears of rage and shame welling to her eyes.
"Yes, honey, I dessay; and when it"s done I"ll come back and nuss her--for nothing, too," replied the old woman dryly, as she put on her bonnet and shawl.
This done she returned to the side of Hannah.