"He may easily request an adjournment of his trial, on the ground of the shortness of the notice," said the superintendent.
"Oppose it, if possible. I will see that the first lawyers are employed. I shall know no rest while he lives."
"Everything shall be done, sir."
"You will arrange with the coroner. Ten o"clock if convenient."
The superintendent took leave.
Mr. Carson stood on the step, dreading to shut out the light and air, and return into the haunted, gloomy house.
"My son! my son!" he said at last. "But you shall be avenged, my poor murdered boy."
Ay! to avenge his wrongs the murderer had singled out his victim, and with one fell action had taken away the life that G.o.d had given.
To avenge his child"s death, the old man lived on; with the single purpose in his heart of vengeance on the murderer. True, his vengeance was sanctioned by law, but was it the less revenge?
Are ye worshippers of Christ? or of Alecto?
Oh! Orestes, you would have made a very tolerable Christian of the nineteenth century!
XIX. JEM WILSON ARRESTED ON SUSPICION,
"Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which, all confused, I could not know, Whether I suffered or I did, For all seemed guilt, remorse, or woe."
--COLERIDGE.
I left Mary, on that same Thursday night which left its burden of woe at Mr. Carson"s threshold, haunted with depressing thoughts.
All through the night she tossed restlessly about, trying to get quit of the ideas that hara.s.sed her, and longing for the light when she could rise, and find some employment. But just as dawn began to appear, she became more quiet, and fell into a sound heavy sleep, which lasted till she was sure it was late in the morning, by the full light that shone in.
She dressed hastily, and heard the neighbouring church clock strike eight. It was far too late to do as she had planned (after inquiring how Alice was, to return and tell Margaret), and she accordingly went in to inform the latter of her change of purpose, and the cause of it; but on entering the house she found Job sitting alone, looking sad enough. She told him what she came for.
"Margaret, wench! why, she"s been gone to Wilson"s these two hours.
Ay! sure, you did say last night you would go; but she could na rest in her bed, so was off betimes this morning."
Mary could do nothing but feel guilty of her long morning nap, and hasten to follow Margaret"s steps; for late as it was, she felt she could not settle well to her work, unless she learnt how kind good Alice Wilson was going on.
So, eating her crust-of-bread breakfast, she pa.s.sed rapidly along the street. She remembered afterwards the little groups of people she had seen, eagerly hearing, and imparting news; but at the time her only care was to hasten on her way, in dread of a reprimand from Miss Simmonds.
She went into the house at Jane Wilson"s, her heart at the instant giving a strange knock, and sending the rosy flush into her face, at the thought that Jem might possibly be inside the door. But I do a.s.sure you, she had not thought of it before. Impatient and loving as she was, her solicitude about Alice on that hurried morning had not been mingled with any thought of him.
Her heart need not have leaped, her colour need not have rushed so painfully to her cheeks, for he was not there. There was the round table, with a cup and saucer, which had evidently been used, and there was Jane Wilson sitting on the other side, crying quietly, while she ate her breakfast with a sort of unconscious appet.i.te.
And there was Mrs. Davenport washing away at a night-cap or so, which, by their simple, old-world make, Mary knew at a glance were Alice"s. But nothing--no one else.
Alice was much the same, or rather better of the two, they told her: at any rate she could speak, though it was sad rambling talk. Would Mary like to see her?
Of course she would. Many are interested by seeing their friends under the new aspect of illness; and among the poor there is no wholesome fear of injury or excitement to restrain this wish.
So Mary went upstairs, accompanied by Mrs. Davenport, wringing the suds off her hands, and speaking in a loud whisper far more audible than her usual voice.
"I mun be hastening home, but I"ll come again to-night, time enough to iron her cap; "twould be a sin and a shame if we let her go dirty now she"s ill, when she"s been so rare and clean all her life long.
But she"s sadly forsaken, poor thing! She"ll not know you, Mary; she knows none of us."
The room upstairs held two beds, one superior in the grandeur of four posts and checked curtains to the other, which had been occupied by the twins in their brief lifetime. The smaller had been Alice"s bed since she had lived there; but with the natural reverence to one "stricken of G.o.d and afflicted," she had been installed, since her paralytic stroke the evening before, in the larger and grander bed; while Jane Wilson had taken her short broken rest on the little pallet.
Margaret came forwards to meet her friend, whom she half expected, and whose step she knew. Mrs. Davenport returned to her washing.
The two girls did not speak; the presence of Alice awed them into silence. There she lay with the rosy colour, absent from her face since the days of childhood, flushed once more into it by her sickness nigh unto death. She lay on the affected side, and with her other arm she was constantly sawing the air, not exactly in a restless manner, but in a monotonous, incessant way, very trying to a watcher. She was talking away, too, almost as constantly, in a low indistinct tone. But her face, her profiled countenance, looked calm and smiling, even interested by the ideas that were pa.s.sing through her clouded mind.
"Listen!" said Margaret, as she stooped her head down to catch the muttered words more distinctly.
"What will mother say? The bees are turning homeward for th" last time, and we"ve a terrible long bit to go yet. See! here"s a linnet"s nest in this gorse-bush. Th" hen bird is on it. Look at her bright eyes, she won"t stir. Ay! we mun hurry home. Won"t mother be pleased with the bonny lot of heather we"ve got! Make haste, Sally, maybe we shall have c.o.c.kles for supper. I saw th"
c.o.c.kleman"s donkey turn up our way fra" Arnside."
Margaret touched Mary"s hand, and the pressure in return told her that they understood each other; that they knew how in this illness to the old, world-weary woman, G.o.d had sent her a veiled blessing: she was once more in the scenes of her childhood, unchanged and bright as in those long departed days; once more with the sister of her youth, the playmate of fifty years ago, who had for nearly as many years slept in a gra.s.sy grave in the little churchyard beyond Burton.
Alice"s face changed; she looked sorrowful, almost penitent.
"O Sally! I wish we"d told her. She thinks we were in church all morning, and we"ve gone on deceiving her. If we"d told her at first how it was--how sweet th" hawthorn smelt through the open church door, and how we were on th" last bench in the aisle, and how it were the first b.u.t.terfly we"d seen this spring, and how it flew into th" very church itself; oh! mother is so gentle, I wish we"d told her. I"ll go to her next time she comes in sight, and say, "Mother, we were naughty last Sabbath.""
She stopped, and a few tears came stealing down the old withered cheek, at the thought of the temptation and deceit of her childhood.
Surely many sins could not have darkened that innocent child-like spirit since. Mary found a red-spotted pocket-handkerchief, and put it into the hand which sought about for something to wipe away the trickling tears. She took it with a gentle murmur.
"Thank you, mother."
Mary pulled Margaret away from the bed.
"Don"t you think she"s happy, Margaret?"
"Ay! that I do, bless her. She feels no pain, and knows nought of her present state. Oh! that I could see, Mary! I try and be patient with her afore me, but I"d give aught I have to see her, and see what she wants. I am so useless! I mean to stay here as long as Jane Wilson is alone; and I would fain be here all to-night, but"--
"I"ll come," said Mary decidedly.
"Mrs. Davenport said she"d come again, but she"s hardworked all day"--
"I"ll come," repeated Mary.
"Do!" said Margaret, "and I"ll be here till you come. Maybe, Jem and you could take th" night between you, and Jane Wilson might get a bit of sound sleep in his bed; for she were up and down the better part of last night, and just when she were in a sound sleep this morning, between two and three, Jem came home, and th" sound o" his voice roused her in a minute."
"Where had he been till that time o" night?" asked Mary.
"Nay! it were none of my business; and, indeed, I never saw him till he came in here to see Alice. He were in again this morning, and seemed sadly downcast. But you"ll, maybe, manage to comfort him to-night, Mary," said Margaret, smiling, while a ray of hope glimmered in Mary"s heart, and she almost felt glad, for an instant, of the occasion which would at last bring them together. Oh! happy night! when would it come? Many hours had yet to pa.s.s.
Then she saw Alice, and repented, with a bitter self-reproach. But she could not help having gladness in the depths of her heart, blame herself as she would. So she tried not to think, as she hurried along to Miss Simmonds", with a dancing step of lightness.
She was late--that she knew she should be. Miss Simmonds was vexed and cross. That also she had antic.i.p.ated, and had intended to smooth her raven down by extraordinary diligence and attention. But there was something about the girls she did not understand--had not antic.i.p.ated. They stopped talking when she came in; or rather, I should say, stopped listening, for Sally Leadbitter was the talker to whom they were hearkening with deepest attention. At first they eyed Mary, as if she had acquired some new interest to them since the day before. Then they began to whisper; and, absorbed as Mary had been in her own thoughts, she could not help becoming aware that it was of her they spoke.
At last Sally Leadbitter asked Mary if she had heard the news?