He paused to catch his breath, which was coming painfully now, and reached out his bony hand to seek Stephen"s. "I was harsh with you at first, my son," he went on. "I wished to try you. And when I had tried you I wished your mind to open, to keep pace with the growth of this nation. I sent you to see Abraham Lincoln that you might be born again--in the West. You were born again. I saw it when you came back--I saw it in your face. O G.o.d," he cried, with sudden eloquence. "I would that his hands--Abraham Lincoln"s hands--might be laid upon all who complain and cavil and criticise, and think of the little things in life: I would that his spirit might possess their spirit!"
He stopped again. They marvelled and were awed, for never in all his days had such speech broken from this man. "Good-by, Stephen," he said, when they thought he was not to speak again. "Hold the image of Abraham Lincoln in front of you. Never forget him. You--you are a man after his own heart--and--and mine."
The last word was scarcely audible. They started for ward, for his eyes were closed. But presently he stirred again, and opened them.
"Brinsmade," he said, "Brinsmade, take care of my orphan girls. Send Shadrach here."
The negro came forth, shuffling and sobbing, from the doorway.
"You ain"t gwine away, Ma.r.s.e Judge?"
"Yes, Shadrach, good-by. You have served me well, I have left you provided for."
Shadrach kissed the hand of whose secret charity he knew so much. Then the Judge withdrew it, and motioned to him to rise. He called his oldest friend by name. And Colonel Carvel came from the corner where he had been listening, with his face drawn.
"Good-by, Comyn. You were my friend when there was none other. You were true to me when the hand of every man was against me. You--you have risked your life to come to me here, May G.o.d spare it for Virginia."
At the sound of her name, the girl started. She came and bent over him.
And when she kissed him on the forehead, he trembled.
"Uncle Silas!" she faltered.
Weakly he reached up and put his hands on her shoulders. He whispered in her ear. The tears came and lay wet upon her lashes as she undid the b.u.t.ton at his throat.
There, on a piece of cotton twine, hung a little key, She took it off, but still his hands held her.
"I have saved it for you, my dear," he said. "G.o.d bless you--" why did his eyes seek Stephen"s?--"and make your life happy. Virginia--will you play my hymn--once more--once more?"
They lifted the night lamp from the piano, and the medicine. It was Stephen who stripped it of the black cloth it had worn, who stood by Virginia ready to lift the lid when she had turned the lock. The girl"s exaltation gave a trembling touch divine to the well-remembered chords, and those who heard were lifted, lifted far above and beyond the power of earthly spell.
"Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on.
Keep Thou my feet! I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me."
A sigh shook Silas Whipple"s wasted frame, and he died.
Volume 8.
CHAPTER XII. THE LAST CARD
Mr. Brinsmade and the Doctor were the first to leave the little room where Silas Whipple had lived and worked and died, Mr. Brinsmade bent upon one of those errands which claimed him at all times. He took Shadrach with him. Virginia sat on, a vague fear haunting her,--a fear for her father"s safety. Where was Clarence? What had he seen? Was the place watched? These questions, at first intruding upon her sorrow, remained to torture her.
Softly she stirred from the chair where she had sat before the piano, and opened the door of the outer office. A clock in a steeple near by was striking twelve. The Colonel did not raise his head. Only Stephen saw her go; she felt his eyes following her, and as she slipped out lifted hers to meet them for a brief instant through the opening of the door. Then it closed behind her.
First of all she knew that the light in the outer office was burning dimly, and the discovery gave her a shock. Who had turned it down? Had Clarence? Was he here? Fearfully searching the room for him, her gaze was held by a figure in the recess of the window at the back of the room. A solid, bulky figure it was, and, though uncertainly outlined in the semi-darkness, she knew it. She took a step nearer, and a cry escaped her.
The man was Eliphalet Hopper. He got down from the sill with a motion at once sheepish and stealthy. Her breath caught, and instinctively she gave back toward the door, as if to open it again.
"Hold on!" he said. "I"ve got something I want to say to you, Miss Virginia."
His tones seemed strangely natural. They were not brutal. But she shivered and paused, horrified at the thought of what she was about to do. Her father was in that room--and Stephen. She must keep them there, and get this man away. She must not show fright before him, and yet she could not trust her voice to speak just then. She must not let him know that she was afraid of him--this she kept repeating to herself. But how to act? Suddenly an idea flashed upon her.
Virginia never knew how she gathered the courage to pa.s.s him, even swiftly, and turn up the gas. He started back, blinking as the jet flared. For a moment she stood beside it, with her head high; confronting him and striving to steady herself for speech.
"Why have you come here?" she said. "Judge Whipple--died--to-night."
The dominating note in his answer was a whine, as if, in spite of himself, he were awed.
"I ain"t here to see the Judge."
She was pale, and quite motionless. And she faltered now. She felt her lips moving, but knew not whether the words had come.
"What do you mean?"
He gained confidence. The look in his little eyes was the filmy look of those of an animal feasting.
"I came here to see you," he said, "--you." She was staring at him now, in horror. "And if you don"t give me what I want, I cal"late to see some one else--in there," said Mr. Hopper.
He smiled, for she was swaying, her lids half closed. By a supreme effort she conquered her terror and looked at him. The look was in his eyes still, intensified now.
"How dare you speak to me after what has happened! she said. If Colonel Carvel were here, he would--kill you."
He flinched at the name and the word, involuntarily. He wiped his forehead, hot at the very thought.
"I want to know!" he exclaimed, in faint-hearted irony. Then, remembering his advantage, he stepped close to her.
"He is here," he said, intense now. "He is here, in that there room." He seized her wrists. Virginia struggled, and yet she refrained from crying out. "He never leaves this city without I choose. I can have him hung if I choose," he whispered, next to her.
"Oh!" she cried; "oh, if you choose!"
Still his body crept closer, and his face closer. And her strength was going.
"There"s but one price to pay," he said hoa.r.s.ely, "there"s but one price to pay, and that"s you--you. I cal"late you"ll marry me now."
Delirious at the touch of her, he did not hear the door open. Her senses were strained for that very sound. She heard it close again, and a footstep across the room. She knew the step--she knew the voice, and her heart leaped at the sound of it in anger. An arm in a blue sleeve came between them, and Eliphalet Hopper staggered and fell across the books on the table, his hand to his face. Above him towered Stephen Brice.
Towered was the impression that came to Virginia then, and so she thought of the scene ever afterward. Small bits, like points of tempered steel, glittered in Stephen"s eyes, and his hands following up the mastery he had given them clutched Mr. Hopper"s shoulders. Twice Stephen shook him so that his head beat upon the table.
"You--you beast!" he cried, but he kept his voice low. And then, as if he expected Hopper to reply: "Shall I kill you?"
Again he shook him violently. He felt Virginia"s touch on his arm.
"Stephen!" she cried, "your wounds! Be careful! Oh, do be careful!"
She had called him Stephen. He turned slowly, and his hands fell from Mr. Hopper"s cowering form as his eyes met hers. Even he could not fathom the appeal, the yearning, in their dark blue depths. And yet what he saw there made him tremble. She turned away, trembling too.