"Sit down, Davie, sit down," she said nervously. "That"s right," she added as he sat beside her and put one arm about her.
"Now tell me," he said imperiously. "Are you sure you"re all right?
You"re not worrying about me?"
"No, I"m not worrying about you; I quit worrying long ago. But I must tell you--I wish I didn"t have to--don"t be scared--it"s just about my eyes."
"Tell me! Are they worse?"
She laid her hand on his knees. "Don"t get excited--but--I can"t see."
"Can"t see!" He repeated the words as though he could not understand them. Then he put his hands on her cheeks and peered into her face in the semi-darkness of the porch. "Not blind? Oh, mommie, not blind?"
She nodded, her lips trembling. "Yes, it"s come. I"m blind."
The words, fraught with so much sorrow, sounded like claps of thunder in his ears. "Mother," he cried again, "you can"t be blind!"
"But I am. I knew it was coming. The light was getting dimmer every day.
I could hardly see your face this morning when you went."
"And I went away and you stayed here and went blind!" He broke into sobs and she allowed him to cry it out as they sat together in the darkness.
"Come," she said at length, "now you mustn"t take on so. It"s not as awful as you think. I said to Phares to-day that I"m almost glad it"s here, for it was awful to know it"s coming."
"But it"s awful," he shuddered. "Come in to the light and let me see you--but oh, you can"t see me!"
"Yes I can." She reached a hand to his face. "This is the way I see you now. The same mouth and chin, the same mole on your left cheek--that"s good luck, Davie--the same nose with its little turn-up."
"Mommie"--he grabbed her hands and kissed them--"there"s not another like you in the whole world! If I were blind I"d be groaning and moaning and making life miserable for everybody near me, and here you are your same cheerful self. You"re the bravest of "em all!"
"But you mustn"t think that I haven"t rebelled against this, that I haven"t cried out against it! I"ve had my hours of weakness and tears and rebellion."
"And I never knew it."
"No. Each one goes to Gethsemane alone."
"But isn"t it almost more than you can bear--to be blind?"
"It"s dreadful at first. I stumble so and every little sill and rug seems a foot high. But I"ll soon learn."
"Is there nothing to do? What did Dr. Munster say about your eyes when we were down to see him?"
"He told me then I"d be blind soon. And he said the only thing might save my sight or bring it back was a delicate operation that would be a big risk, for it probably wouldn"t help at any rate. So I"m not thinking of ever trying that. Now I don"t want you to think I"m brave about it. I"ve cried all my tears a month ago, so don"t put me on any pedestal. It seems hard not to see the people I love and all the beautiful things around me, but I"m glad I have the memory of them. I"m glad I know what a rainbow is, and a sunset."
"Yes, but I think it"s awful to know what they look like and never see them again. I can"t, just can"t, realize that you"re blind!"
"You will when you come back from war and have to fetch and carry for me. Your Aunt Mary and Phares are just lovely about it and willing to help in every way. I was going to live over with them at any rate."
"I wish I could stay with you, mommie. You need me, but I guess Uncle Sam needs me too. I"m to go soon, you know."
"You go, even if I am blind. I"m not helpless. It will be awkward for a while but there are many things I can do. I can knit without seeing."
"You"re a wonder! But is there no hope?"
"Hope," she repeated softly. "No hope of the kind you mean, except that very severe operation that would cost big money and then perhaps not help. But this world isn"t all. I"ve always liked that part of Isaiah, "The eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing." I know now what it"ll mean to us. It seems like the afflicted will have a special joy in that time."
David was silent for a moment; his mother"s words stirred in him emotions too great for ready words.
Presently she continued, "But, Davie, this isn"t heaven yet! And I"m concerned just now about helping myself to live the rest of this life the best way I can. I can knit like a machine and I like to knit socks----"
The remainder was left unsaid for the strong arms of her boy surrounded her and held her close while his lips were pressed upon her forehead.
"Such a mother," he breathed, as if the touch of her forehead bestowed a benediction upon him. "Such a mother!"
In the morning he brought the news to the Metz farmhouse.
"Blind?" Phbe cried.
David nodded.
"Blind! Mother Bab blind? Oh, it"s too awful!"
"My goodness," Aunt Maria said with genuine sorrow, "now that"s too bad!
Her blind and you goin" off to war soon!"
"I"m going up to see her," said Phbe, and went off with David.
Mother Bab heard the girl"s step and called gaily, "Phbe, is that you?
I declare, it sounds like you!"
Phbe ran to the room where Mother Bab sat alone. The girl could not speak at first; she twined her arms about the woman while her heart ached with its poignant grief. Again it was the afflicted one who turned comforter. "Come, Phbe, you mustn"t cry for me. Laugh like you always did when you came to see me."
"Laugh! Oh, Mother Bab, I can"t laugh!"
"But, Phbe, I"ll want you to come up to see me every day when you can and you surely can"t cry every time and be sad, so you might as well begin now to be cheerful."
"But, Mother Bab, can"t something be done?"
"Dr. Munster, the big doctor I saw in Philadelphia, said that only a big operation might help me, but he"s not sure that even it would do any good. And, of course, we have no money for it and at my age it doesn"t matter so much."
Later, as Phbe walked down the hill again, she kept revolving in her mind what Mother Bab had said about the operation. An inspiration suddenly flashed to her. The wonder of it made her stand still in the road.
"I know! I"ll buy sight for Mother Bab! I will! I must! If it"s only money that"s necessary, if there"s any wonderful doctor can operate on her eyes and make her see again she"s going to see! Oh, glory! What a happy thought! I"m the happiest girl since that idea came to me! The money I meant to spend on more music lessons next winter will be put to better use; it will give Mother Bab a chance to see again! Why, I"d rather have her _see_ than be able to call myself the greatest singer in the world! But she"ll never let me spend so much money for her. I know that. I"ll have to make her believe the operation will be free. I can fool her in that, dear, innocent, trusting Mother Bab! She"d believe me against half the world. But I"m afraid I can"t fool David so easily. I must wait till he goes, then I"ll write to Dr. Munster and start things going!"
CHAPTER x.x.xII
OFF TO THE NAVY