And with these holy words upon her lips the gentle spirit of Nora Worth, ruined maiden but innocent mother, winged its way to heaven.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE FLIGHT OF HERMAN.
Tread softly--bow the head-- In reverent silence bow; There"s one in that poor shed, One by that humble bed, Greater than thou!
Oh, change! Stupendous change!
Fled the immortal one!
A moment here, so low, So agonized, and now-- Beyond the sun!
--_Caroline Bowles_.
For some time Hannah Worth and Herman Brudenell remained standing by the bedside, and gazing in awful silence upon the beautiful clay extended before them, upon which the spirit in parting had left the impress of its last earthly smile!
Then the bitter grief of the bereaved woman burst through all outward restraints, and she threw herself upon the bed and clasped the dead body of her sister to her breast, and broke into a tempest of tears and sobs and lamentations.
"Oh, Nora! my darling! are you really dead and gone from me forever?
Shall I never hear the sound of your light step coming in, nor meet the beamings of your soft eyes, nor feel your warm arms around my neck, nor listen to your coaxing voice, pleading for some little indulgence which half the time I refused you?
"How could I have refused you, my darling, anything, hard-hearted that I was! Ah! how little did I think how soon you would be taken from me, and I should never be able to give you anything more! Oh, Nora, come back to me, and I will give you everything I have--yes, my eyes, and my life, and my soul, if they could bring you back and make you happy!
"My beautiful darling, you were the light of my eyes and the pulse of my heart and the joy of my life! You were all that I had in the world! my little sister and my daughter and my baby, all in one! How could you die and leave me all alone in the world, for the love of a man? me who loves you more than all the men on the earth could love!
"Nora, I shall look up from my loom and see your little wheel standing still--and where the spinner? I shall sit down to my solitary meals and see your vacant chair--and where my companion? I shall wake in the dark night and stretch out my arms to your empty place beside me--and where my warm loving sister? In the grave! in the cold, dark, still grave!
"Oh, Heaven! Heaven! how can I bear it?--I, all day in the lonely house!
all night in the lonely bed! all my life in the lonely world! the black, freezing, desolate world! and she in her grave! I cannot bear it! Oh, no, I cannot bear it! Angels in heaven, you know that I cannot! Speak to the Lord, and ask him to take me!
"Lord, Lord, please to take me along with my child. We were but two! two orphan sisters! I have grown gray in taking care of her! She cannot do without me, nor I without her! We were but two! Why should one be taken and the other left? It is not fair, Lord! I say it is not fair!" raved the mourner, in that blind and pa.s.sionate abandonment of grief which is sure at its climax to reach frenzy, and break into open rebellion against Omnipotent Power.
And it is well for us that the Father is more merciful than our tenderest thoughts, for he pardons the rebel and heals his wounds.
The sorrow of the young man, deepened by remorse, was too profound for such outward vent. He leaned against the bedpost, seemingly colder, paler, and more lifeless than the dead body before him.
At length the tempest of Hannah"s grief raged itself into temporary rest. She arose, composed the form of her sister, and turned and laid her hand upon the shoulder of Herman, saying calmly:
"It is all over. Go, young gentleman, and wrestle with your sorrow and your remorse, as you may. Such wrestlings will be the only punishment your rashness will receive in this world! Be free of dread from me. She left you her forgiveness as a legacy, and you are sacred from my pursuit. Go, and leave me with my dead."
Herman dropped upon his knees beside the bed of death, took the cold hand of Nora between his own, and bowed his head upon it for a little while in penitential homage, and then arose and silently left the hut.
After he had gone, Hannah remained for a few minutes standing where he had left her, gazing in silent anguish upon the dark eyes of Nora, now glazed in death, and then, with reverential tenderness, she pressed down the white lids, closing them until the light of the resurrection morning should open them again.
While engaged in this holy duty, Hannah was interrupted by the re-entrance of Herman.
He came in tottering, as if under the influence of intoxication; but we all know that excessive sorrow takes away the strength and senses as surely as intoxication does. There is such a state as being drunken with grief when we have drained the bitter cup dry!
"Hannah," he faltered, "there are some things which should be remembered even in this awful hour."
The sorrowing woman, her fingers still softly pressing down her sister"s eyelids, looked up in mute inquiry.
"Your necessities and--Nora"s child must be provided for. Will you give me some writing materials?" And the speaker dropped, as if totally prostrated, into a chair by the table.
With some difficulty Hannah sought and found an old inkstand, a stumpy pen, and a sc.r.a.p of paper. It was the best she could do. Stationery was scarce in the poor hut. She laid them on the table before Herman. And with a trembling hand he wrote out a check upon the local bank and put it in her hand, saying:
"This sum will provide for the boy, and set you and Gray up in some little business. You had better marry and go to the West, taking the child with you. Be a mother to the orphan, Hannah, for he will never know another parent. And now shake hands and say good-by, for we shall never meet again in this world."
Too thoroughly bewildered with grief to comprehend the purport of his words and acts, Hannah mechanically received the check and returned the pressure of the hand with which it was given.
And the next instant the miserable young man was gone indeed.
Hannah dropped the paper upon the table; she did not in the least suspect that that little strip of soiled foolscap represented the sum of five thousand dollars, nor is it likely that she would have taken it had she known what it really was. Hannah"s intellects were chaotic with her troubles. She returned to the bedside and was once more absorbed in her sorrowful task, when she was again interrupted.
This time it was by old Dinah, who, having no hand at liberty, shoved the door open with her foot, and entered the hut.
If "there is but one step between the sublime and the ridiculous," there is no step at all between the awful and the absurd, which are constantly seen side by side. Though such a figure as old Dinah presented, standing in the middle of the death-chamber, is not often to be found in tragic scenes. Her shoulders were bent beneath the burden of an enormous bundle of bed clothing, and her arms were dragged down by the weight of two large baskets of provisions. She was much too absorbed in her own ostentatious benevolence to look at once towards the bed and see what had happened there. Probably, if she glanced at the group at all, she supposed that Hannah was only bathing Nora"s head; for instead of going forward or tendering any sympathy or a.s.sistance, she just let her huge bundle drop from her shoulders and sat her two baskets carefully upon the table, exclaiming triumphantly:
"Dar! dar"s somefin to make de poor gal comfo"ble for a mont" or more!
Dar, in dat bundle is two thick blankets and four pa"r o" sheets an"
pilly cases, all out"n my own precious chist; an" not beholden to ole mis" for any on "em," she added, as she carefully untied the bundle and laid its contents, nicely folded, upon a chair.
"An" dar!" she continued, beginning to unload the large basket--"dar"s a tukky an" two chickuns offen my own precious roost; nor likewise beholden to ole mis for dem nyder. An" dar! dar"s sa.s.sidges and blood puddin"s out"n our own dear pig as me an" ole man Jov"al ris an" kilt ourselves; an" in course no ways beholden to ole mis"," she concluded, arranging these edibles upon the table.
"An" dar!" she recommenced as she set the smaller basket beside the other things, "dar"s a whole raft o""serves an" jellies and pickles as may be useful. An" dat"s all for dis time! An" now, how is de poor gal, honey? Is she "sleep?" she asked, approaching the bed.
"Yes; sleeping her last sleep, Dinah," solemnly replied Hannah.
"De Lor" save us! what does you mean by dat, honey? Is she faint?"
"Look at her, Dinah, and see for yourself!"
"Dead! oh, Lor"-a-mercy!" cried the old woman, drawing back appalled at the sight that met her eyes; for to the animal nature of the pure African negro death is very terrible.
For a moment there was silence in the room, and then the voice of Hannah was heard:
"So you see the comforts you robbed yourself of to bring to Nora will not be wanted, Dinah. You must take them back again."
"Debil burn my poor, ole, black fingers if I teches of "em to bring "em home again! S"posin" de poor dear gal is gone home? aint you lef wid a mouf of your own to feed, I wonder? Tell me dat?" sobbed the old woman.
"But, Dinah, I feel as if I should never eat again, and certainly I shall not care what I eat. And that is your Christmas turkey, too, your only one, for I know that you poor colored folks never have more."
"Who you call poor? We"s rich in grace, I"d have you to know! "Sides havin" of a heap o" treasure laid up in heaven, I reckons! Keep de truck, chile; for "deed you aint got no oder "ternative! "Taint Dinah as is a-gwine to tote "em home ag"n. Lor" knows how dey a"mos" broke my back a-fetchin" of "em over here. "Taint likely as I"ll be such a consarned fool as to tote "em all de way back ag"in. So say no more "bout it, Miss Hannah! "Sides which how can we talk o" sich wid de sight o" she before our eyes! Ah, Miss Nora! Oh, my beauty! Oh, my pet! Is you really gone an" died an" lef" your poor ole Aunt Dinah behind as lubbed you like de apple of her eye! What did you do it for, honey? You know your ole Aunt Dinah wasn"t a-goin" to look down on you for nothin"
as is happened of," whined the old woman, stooping and weeping over the corpse. Then she accidentally touched the sleeping babe, and started up in dismay, crying:
"What dis? Oh, my good Lor" in heaben, what dis?"