The man turned to go; he durst not trust himself to speak in Jem"s justification. But she would not let him off.
She stood between him and the door, as she said--
"Yo shall not go till yo"ve told me what he"s after. I can see plain enough you know, and I"ll know too, before I"ve done."
"You"ll know soon enough, missis!"
"I"ll know now, I tell ye. What"s up that he can"t come home and help me nurse? Me, as never got a wink o" sleep last night wi"
watching."
"Well, if you will have it out," said the poor badgered man, "the police have got hold on him."
"On my Jem!" said the enraged mother. "You"re a downright liar, and that"s what you are. My Jem, as never did harm to any one in his life. You"re a liar, that"s what you are."
"He"s done harm enough now," said the man, angry in his turn, "for there"s good evidence he murdered young Carson, as was shot last night."
She staggered forward to strike the man for telling the terrible truth; but the weakness of old age, of motherly agony, overcame her, and she sank down on a chair, and covered her face. He could not leave her.
When next she spoke, it was in an imploring, feeble, child-like voice.
"O master, say you"re only joking. I ax your pardon if I have vexed ye, but please say you"re only joking. You don"t know what Jem is to me."
She looked humbly, anxiously up to him.
"I wish I were only joking, missis; but it"s true as I say. They"ve taken him up on charge of murder. It were his gun as were found near th" place; and one o" the police heard him quarrelling with Mr.
Carson a few days back, about a girl."
"About a girl!" broke in the mother, once more indignant, though too feeble to show it as before. "My Jem was as steady as"--she hesitated for a comparison wherewith to finish, and then repeated, "as steady as Lucifer, and he were an angel, you know. My Jem was not one to quarrel about a girl."
"Ay, but it was that, though. They"d got her name quite pat. The man had heard all they said. Mary Barton was her name, whoever she may be."
"Mary Barton! the dirty hussy! to bring my Jem into trouble of this kind. I"ll give it her well when I see her: that I will. Oh! my poor Jem!" rocking herself to and fro. "And what about the gun?
What did ye say about that?"
"His gun were found on th" spot where the murder were done."
"That"s a lie for one, then. A man has got the gun now, safe and sound. I saw it not an hour ago."
The man shook his head.
"Yes, he has indeed. A friend o" Jem"s, as he"d lent it to."
"Did you know the chap?" asked the man, who was really anxious for Jem"s exculpation, and caught a gleam of hope from her last speech.
"No! I can"t say as I did. But he were put on as a workman."
"It"s maybe only one of them policemen, disguised."
"Nay; they"d never go for to do that, and trick me into telling on my own son. It would be like seething a kid in its mother"s milk; and that th" Bible forbids."
"I don"t know," replied the man.
Soon afterwards he went away, feeling unable to comfort, yet distressed at the sight of sorrow; she would fain have detained him, but go he would. And she was alone.
She never for an instant believed Jem guilty: she would have doubted if the sun were fire, first: but sorrow, desolation, and at times anger, took possession of her mind. She told the unconscious Alice, hoping to rouse her to sympathy; and then was disappointed, because, still smiling and calm, she murmured of her mother, and the happy days of infancy.
XX. MARY"S DREAM--AND THE AWAKENING.
"I saw where stark and cold he lay, Beneath the gallows-tree, And every one did point and say, ""Twas there he died for thee!"
"Oh! weeping heart! Oh! bleeding heart!
What boots thy pity now?
Bid from his eyes that shade depart, That death-damp from his brow!"
--"THE BIRTLE TRAGEDY."
So there was no more peace in the house of sickness except to Alice, the dying Alice.
But Mary knew nothing of the afternoon"s occurrences; and gladly did she breathe in the fresh air, as she left Miss Simmonds" house, to hasten to the Wilsons". The very change, from the indoor to the outdoor atmosphere, seemed to alter the current of her thoughts.
She thought less of the dreadful subject which had so haunted her all day; she cared less for the upbraiding speeches of her fellow-workwomen; the old a.s.sociation of comfort and sympathy received from Alice gave her the idea that, even now, her bodily presence would soothe and compose those who were in trouble, changed, unconscious, and absent though her spirit might be.
Then, again, she reproached herself a little for the feeling of pleasure she experienced, in thinking that he whom she dreaded could never more beset her path; in the security with which she could pa.s.s each street corner--each shop, where he used to lie in ambush. Oh!
beating heart! was there no other little thought of joy lurking within, to gladden the very air without! Was she not going to meet, to see, to hear Jem; and could they fail at last to understand each other"s loving hearts!
She softly lifted the latch, with the privilege of friendship. HE was not there, but his mother was standing by the fire, stirring some little mess or other. Never mind! he would come soon: and with an unmixed desire to do her graceful duty to all belonging to him, she stepped lightly forwards, unheard by the old lady, who was partly occupied by the simmering, bubbling sound of her bit of cookery; but more with her own sad thoughts, and wailing, half- uttered murmurings.
Mary took off bonnet and shawl with speed, and advancing, made Mrs.
Wilson conscious of her presence, by saying--
"Let me do that for you. I"m sure you mun be tired."
Mrs. Wilson slowly turned round, and her eyes gleamed like those of a pent-up wild beast, as she recognised her visitor.
"And is it thee that dares set foot in this house, after what has come to pa.s.s? Is it not enough to have robbed me of my boy with thy arts and thy profligacy, but thou must come here to crow over me--me--his mother? Dost thou know where he is, thou bad hussy, with thy great blue eyes and yellow hair, to lead men on to ruin?
Out upon thee with thy angel"s face, thou whited sepulchre! Dost thou know where Jem is, all through thee?"
"No!" quivered out poor Mary, scarcely conscious that she spoke, so daunted, so terrified was she by the indignant mother"s greeting.
"He"s lying in th" New Bailey," slowly and distinctly spoke the mother, watching the effect of her words, as if believing in their infinite power to pain. "There he lies, waiting to take his trial for murdering young Mr. Carson."
There was no answer; but such a blanched face, such wild, distended eyes, such trembling limbs, instinctively seeking support!
"Did you know Mr. Carson as now lies dead?" continued the merciless woman. "Folk say you did, and knew him but too well. And that for the sake of such as you, my precious child shot yon chap. But he did not. I know he did not. They may hang him, but his mother will speak to his innocence with her last dying breath."
She stopped more from exhaustion than want of words. Mary spoke, but in so changed and choked a voice that the old woman almost started. It seemed as if some third person must be in the room, the voice was so hoa.r.s.e and strange.