"Jacob, will you wait and take her back to town?--she must not stay here--and I will not see my father and mother until the last. Let us make one job of it, and then all will be over."
As Tom said this the door of the cell again opened, and Stapleton supported in his daughter. Mary tottered to where Tom stood, and fell into his arms in a fit of convulsions. It was necessary to remove her, and she was carried out. "Let her not come in again, I beseech you, Jacob; take her back, and I will bless you for your kindness. Wish me farewell now, and see that she does not come again." Tom wrung me by the hand, and turned away to conceal his distress. I nodded my head in a.s.sent, for I could not speak for emotion, and followed Stapleton and the soldiers who had taken Mary out. As soon as she was recovered sufficiently to require no further medical aid, I lifted her into the post-chaise, and ordered the boys to drive back to Brentford. Mary continued in a state of stupor during the journey; and when I arrived at my own house, I gave her into the charge of the gardener"s wife, and despatched her husband for medical a.s.sistance. The application of Mr Wharncliffe was of little avail, and he returned to me with disappointment in his countenance. The whole of the next week was the most distressing that I ever pa.s.sed; arising from my anxiety for Tom, my daily exertions to reason Mary into some degree of submission to the will of Providence--her accusations of herself and her own folly--her incoherent ravings, calling herself Tom"s murderer, which alarmed me for her reason; the distress of old Tom and his wife, who, unable to remain in their solitude, came all to me for intelligence, for comfort, and for what, alas! I dare not give them--hope. All this, added to my separation from Sarah during my attendance to what I considered my duty, reduced me to a debility, arising from mental exertion, which changed me to almost a skeleton.
At last the court-martial was held, and Tom was condemned to death. The sentence was approved of, and we were told that all appeals would be unavailing. We received the news on the Sat.u.r.day evening, and Tom was to suffer on the Tuesday morning. I could no longer refuse the appeals of Mary; indeed, I received a letter from Tom, requesting that all of us, the Dominie included, would come down and bid him farewell. I hired a carriage for old Tom, his wife, Stapleton, and Mary, and putting the Dominie and myself in my own chariot, we set off early on the Sunday morning for Maidstone. We arrived about eleven o"clock, and put up at an inn in close proximity to the barracks. It was arranged that the Dominie and I should see Tom first, then his father and mother, and lastly, Mary Stapleton.
"Verily," said the Dominie, "my heart is heavy, exceeding heavy; my soul yearneth after the poor lad, who is thus to lose his life for a woman--a woman from whose toils I did myself escape. Yet is she exceeding fair and comely, and now that it is unavailing, appeareth to be penitent."
I made no reply; we had arrived at the gate of the barracks. I requested to be admitted to the prisoner, and the doors were unbarred.
Tom was dressed with great care and cleanliness in white trousers and shirt and waistcoat, but his coat lay on the table; he would not put it on. He extended his hand towards me with a faint smile.
"It"s all over now, Jacob; and there is no hope that I am aware of, and I have made up my mind to die; but I wish these last farewells were over, for they unman me. I hope you are well, sir," continued Tom to the Dominie.
"Nay, my poor boy, I am as well as age and infirmity will permit, and why should I complain when I see youth, health, and strength about to be sacrificed; and many made miserable, when many might be made so happy?"
And the Dominie blew his nose, the trumpet sound of which re-echoed through the cell, so as to induce the sentry to look through the bars.
"They are all here, Tom," said I. "Would you like to see them now?"
"Yes; the sooner it is over the better."
"Will you see your father and mother first?"
"Yes," replied Tom, in a faltering tone.
I went out, and returned with the old woman on my arm, followed by old Tom, who stumped after me with the a.s.sistance of his stick. Poor old Mrs Beazeley fell on her son"s neck, sobbing convulsively.
"My boy--my boy--my dear, dear boy!" said she at last, and she looked up steadfastly in his face. "My G.o.d! he"ll be dead to-morrow!"
Her head again sank on his shoulder, and her sobs were choking her. Tom kissed his mother"s forehead as the tears coursed down his cheeks, and motioned me to take her away. I placed her down on the floor, where she remained silent, moving her head up and down with a slow motion, her face buried in her shawl. It was but now and then that you heard a convulsive drawing of her breath. Old Tom had remained a silent but agitated spectator of the scene. Every muscle in his weather-beaten countenance twitched convulsively, and the tears at last forced their way through the deep furrows on his cheeks. Tom, as soon as his mother was removed, took his father by the hand, and they sat down together.
"You are not angry with me, father, for deserting?"
"No, my boy, no; I was angry with you for "listing, but not for deserting. What business had you with the pipeclay? But I do think I have reason to be angry elsewhere, when I reflect that after having lost my two legs in defending her, my country is now to take from me my boy in his prime. It"s but a poor reward for long and hard service--poor encouragement to do your duty; but what do they care? they have had my sarvices, and they have left me a hulk. Well, they may take the rest of me if they please, now that they--Well, it"s no use crying; what"s done can"t be helped," continued old Tom, as the tears ran down in torrents; "they may shoot you, Tom; but this I know well, you"ll die game, and shame them by proving to them they have deprived themselves of the sarvices of a good man when good men are needed. I would not have so much cared," continued old Tom, after a pause--"(look to the old woman, Jacob, she"s tumbling over to port)--if you had fallen on board a king"s ship in a good frigate action; some must be killed when there"s hard fighting; but to be drilled through by your own countrymen, to die by their hands, and, worst of all, to die in a red coat, instead of a true blue--"
"Father, I will not die in a red coat--I won"t put it on."
"That"s some comfort, Tom, anyhow, and comfort"s wanted."
"And I"ll die like a man, father."
"That you will, Tom, and that"s some comfort."
"We shall meet again, father."
"Hope so, Tom, in heaven--that"s some comfort."
"And now, father, bless me, and take care of my poor mother."
"Bless you, Tom, bless you!" cried the old man, in a suffocating voice, extending both his hands towards Tom, as they rose up; but the equilibrium was no longer to be maintained, and he reeled back in the arms of me and Tom. We lowered him gently down by the side of his wife; the old couple turned to each other, and embracing, remained sobbing in each other"s arms.
"Jacob," said Tom, squeezing me by the hand, with a quivering lip, "by your regard for me, let now the last scene be got over--let me see Mary, and let this tortured heart once more be permitted a respite." I sent out the Dominie. Tom leant against the wall, with his arms folded, in appearance summoning up all his energy for the painful meeting. Mary was led in by her father. I expected she would have swooned away, as before; but, on the contrary, although she was pale as death, and gasping for breath, from intensity of feeling, she walked up to Tom where he was standing, and sat down on the form close to him. She looked anxiously round upon the group, and then said, "I know that all I now say is useless, Tom; but still I must say it--it is I who, by my folly, have occasioned all this distress and misery--it is I who have caused you to suffer a--dreadful death--yes, Tom, I am your murderer."
"Not so, Mary, the folly was my own," replied Tom, taking her hand.
"You cannot disguise or palliate to me, dearest Tom," replied Mary; "my eyes have been opened, too late it is true, but they have been opened; and although it is kind of you to say so, I feel the horrid conviction of my own guilt. See what misery I have brought about. There is a father who has sacrificed his youth and his limbs to his country, sobbing in the arms of a mother whose life is bound up with that of her only son. To them," continued Mary, falling down upon her knees, "to them I must kneel for pardon, and I ask it as they hope to be forgiven.
Answer me--oh! answer me! can you forgive a wretch like me?"
A pause ensued. I went up to old Tom, and kneeling by his side, begged him to answer.
"Forgive her, poor thing--yes; who could refuse it, as she kneels there?
Come," continued he, speaking to his wife, "you must forgive her. Look up, dame, at her, and think that our poor boy may be asking the same of heaven to-morrow at noon."
The old woman looked up, and her dimmed eyes caught a sight of Mary"s imploring and beautiful att.i.tude; it was not to be withstood.
"As I hope for mercy to my poor boy, whom you have killed, so do I forgive you, unhappy young woman."
"May G.o.d reward you, when you are summoned before Him," replied Mary.
"It was the hardest task of all. Of you, Jacob, I have to ask forgiveness for depriving you of your early and truest friend--yes, and for much more. Of you, sir," addressing the Dominie, "for my conduct towards you, which was cruel and indefensible--will you forgive me?"
"Yes, Mary, from my heart, I do forgive you," replied I.
"Bless thee, maiden, bless thee!" sobbed the Dominie.
"Father, I must ask of you the same--I have been a wilful child--forgive me!"
"Yes, Mary; you could not help it," replied old Stapleton, blubbering; "it was all human natur"."
"And now," said Mary, turning round on her knees to Tom, with a look expressive of anguish and love, "to you, Tom, must be my last appeal. I know _you_ will forgive me--I know you have--and this knowledge of your fervent love makes the thought more bitter that I have caused your death. But hear me, Tom, and all of you hear me. I never loved but you; I have liked others much; I liked Jacob; but you only ever did make me feel I had a heart; and alas, you only have I sacrificed. When led away by my folly to give you pain, I suffered more than you--for you have had my only, you shall have my eternal and unceasing love. To your memory I am hereafter wedded, to join you will be my only wish--and if there could be a boon granted me from heaven, it would be to die with you, Tom--yes, in those dear arms."
Mary held out her arms to Tom, who falling down on his knees, embraced her, and thus they remained with their faces buried in each other"s shoulders. The whole scene was now at its climax; it was too oppressive, and I felt faint, when I was aroused by the voice of the Dominie, who, lifting up both his arms, and extending them forth, solemnly prayed, "O Lord, look down upon these Thy servants in affliction; grant to those who are to continue in their pilgrimage strength to bear Thy chastening--grant to him who is to be summoned to Thee that happiness which the world cannot give; and O G.o.d most mighty, G.o.d most powerful, lay not upon us burdens greater than we can bear.--My children let us pray."
The Dominie knelt down and repeated the Lord"s prayer; all followed his example, and then there was a pause.
"Stapleton," said I, pointing to Mary. I beckoned to the Dominie. We a.s.sisted up old Tom, and then his wife, and led them away; the poor old woman was in a state of stupefaction, and until she was out in the air was not aware that she had quitted her son. Stapleton had attempted to detach Mary from Tom, but in vain; they were locked together as if in death. At last Tom, roused by me, suffered his hold to be loosened, and Mary was taken out in a happy state of insensibility, and carried to the inn by her father and the Dominie.
"Are they all gone?" whispered Tom to me, as his head reclined on my shoulder.
"All, Tom."
"Then the bitterness of death is past; G.o.d have mercy on them, and a.s.suage their anguish; they want His help more than I do."
A pa.s.sionate flood of tears, which lasted some minutes, relieved the poor fellow; he raised himself, and drying his eyes, became more composed.
"Jacob, I hardly need tell my dying request, to watch over my poor father and mother, to comfort poor Mary--G.o.d bless you, Jacob! you have indeed been a faithful friend, and may G.o.d reward you. And now, Jacob, leave me; I must commune with my G.o.d, and pray for forgiveness. The s.p.a.ce between me and eternity is but short."
Tom threw himself into my arms, where he remained for some minutes; he then broke gently away, and pointed to the door. I once more took his hand and we parted.
CHAPTER FORTY SIX.