"It is Nora"s child, Dinah. Didn"t you know she had one?" said Hannah; with a choking voice and a crimson face.
"Neber even s"picioned! I knowed as she"d been led astray, poor thin", an" as how it was a-breakin" of her heart and a-killin" of her!
Leastways I heard it up yonder at de house; but I didn"t know nuffin"
"bout dis yere!"
"But Uncle Jovial did."
"Dat ole sinner has got eyes like gimlets, dey bores into eberyting!"
"But didn"t he tell you?"
"Not a singly breaf! he better not! he know bery well it"s much as his ole wool"s worf to say a word agin dat gal to me. No, he on"y say how Miss Nora wer" bery ill, an" in want ob eberyting in de worl" an"
eberyting else besides. An" how here wer" a chance to "vest our property to "vantage, by lendin" of it te de Lor", accordin" te de Scriptur"s as "whoever giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord." So I hunted up all I could spare and fotch it ober here, little thinkin" what a sight would meet my old eyes! Well, Lord!"
"But, Dinah," said the weeping Hannah, "you must not think ill of Nora!
She does not deserve it. And you must not, indeed."
"Chile, it aint for me to judge no poor motherless gal as is already "peared afore her own Righteous Judge."
"Yes, but you shall judge her! and judge her with righteous judgment, too! You have known her all your life--all hers, I mean. You put the first baby clothes on her that she ever wore! And you will put the last dress that she ever will! And now judge her, Dinah, looking on her pure brow, and remembering her past life, is she a girl likely to have been "led astray," as you call it?"
"No, "fore my "Vine Marster in heaben, aint she? As I "members ob de time anybody had a-breaved a s"picion ob Miss Nora, I"d jest up"d an"
boxed deir years for "em good--"deed me! But what staggers of me, honey, is _dat!_ How de debil we gwine to "count for _dat?_" questioned old Dinah, pointing in sorrowful suspicion at the child.
For all answer Hannah beckoned to the old woman to watch her, while she untied from Nora"s neck a narrow black ribbon, and removed from it a plain gold ring.
"A wedding-ring!" exclaimed Dinah, in perplexity.
"Yes, it was put upon her finger by the man that married her. Then it was taken off and hung around her neck, because for certain reasons she could not wear it openly. But now it shall go with her to the grave in its right place," said Hannah, as she slipped the ring upon the poor dead finger.
"Lor", child, who was it as married of her?"
"I cannot tell you. I am bound to secrecy."
The old negress shook her head slowly and doubtfully.
"I"s no mis...o...b..s as she was innocenter dan a lamb, herself, for she do look it as she lay dar wid de heabenly smile frozen on her face; but I do mis...o...b..s dese secrety marriages; I "siders ob "em no "count. Ten to one, honey, de poor forso"k sinner as married her has anoder wife some"ers."
Without knowing it the old woman had hit the exact truth.
Hannah sighed deeply, and wondered silently how it was that neither Dinah nor Jovial had ever once suspected their young master to be the man.
Old Dinah perceived that her conversation distressed Hannah, and so she threw off her bonnet and cloak and set herself to work to help the poor bereaved sister.
There was enough to occupy both women. There was the dead mother to be prepared for burial, and there was the living child to be cared far.
By the time that they had laid Nora out in her only white dress, and had fed the babe and put it to sleep, and cleaned up the cottage, the winter day had drawn to its close and the room was growing dark.
Old Dinah, thinking it was time to light up, took a home-dipped candle from the cupboard, and seeing a piece of soiled paper on the table, actually lighted her candle with a check for five thousand dollars!
And thus it happened that the poor boy who, without any fault of his mother, had come into the world with a stigma on his birth, now, without any neglect of his father, was left in a state of complete dest.i.tution as well as of entire orphanage.
On the Tuesday following her death poor Nora Worth was laid in her humble grave under a spreading oak behind the hut.
This spot was selected by Hannah, who wished to keep her sister"s last resting-place always in her sight, and who insisted that every foot of G.o.d"s earth, enclosed or unenclosed--consecrated or unconsecrated--was holy ground.
Jim Morris, Professor of Odd Jobs for the country side, made the coffin, dug the grave, and managed the funeral.
The Rev. William Wynne, the minister who had performed the fatal nuptial ceremony of the fair bride, read the funeral services over her dead body.
No one was present at the burial but Hannah Worth, Reuben Gray, the two old negroes, Dinah and Jovial, the Professor of Odd Jobs, and the officiating clergyman.
CHAPTER XIV.
OVER NORA"S GRAVE.
Oh, Mother Earth! upon thy lap, Thy weary ones receiving, And o"er them, silent as a dream, Thy gra.s.sy mantle weaving, Fold softly, in thy long embrace, That heart so worn and broken, And cool its pulse of fire beneath Thy shadows old and oaken.
Shut out from her the bitter word, And serpent hiss of scorning: Nor let the storms of yesterday Disturb her quiet morning.
--_Whittier_.
When the funeral ceremonies were over and the mourners were coming away from the grave, Mr. Wynne turned to them and said:
"Friends, I wish to have some conversation with Hannah Worth, if you will excuse me."
And the humble group, with the exception of Reuben Gray, took leave of Hannah and dispersed to their several homes. Reuben waited outside for the end of the parson"s interview with his betrothed.
"This is a great trial to you, my poor girl; may the Lord support you under it!" said Mr. Wynne, as they entered the hut and sat down.
Hannah sobbed.
"I suppose it was the discovery of Mr. Brudenell"s first marriage that killed her?"
"Yes, sir," sobbed Hannah.
"Ah! I often read and speak of the depravity of human nature; but I could not have believed Herman Brudenell capable of so black a crime,"
said Mr. Wynne, with a shudder.
"Sir," replied Hannah, resolved to do justice in spite of her bleeding heart, "he isn"t so guilty as you judge him to be. When he married Norah he believed that his wife had been killed in a great railway crash, for so it was reported in all the newspaper accounts of the accident; and he never saw it contradicted."
"His worst fault then appears to have been that of reckless haste in consummating his second marriage," said Mr. Wynne.
"Yes; and even for that he had some excuse. His first wife was an artful widow, who entrapped him into a union and afterwards betrayed his confidence and her own honor. When he heard she was dead, you see, no doubt he was shocked; but he could not mourn for her as he could for a true, good woman."
"Humph! I hope, then, for the sake of human nature that he is not so bad as I thought him. But now, Hannah, what do you intend to do?"