"Oh, Hanserl, beware!" said she, solemnly; "we are an unfortunate race to those who help us; my poor father often said so, and even his superst.i.tions are hallowed to me now."
A gesture from some one within the house called Hans away, and Nelly was left alone. She sat with her eyes closed and her arms firmly clasped, deep in her own sad thoughts, when she heard a footstep close by. It was only Andy, who, with a piece of ragged c.r.a.pe fastened round his arm, was slowly tottering towards her. His face was flushed, and his eyes wild and excited, as he continued to mutter and reply to himself,----
"A Dalton; one of the ould stock, and maybe the last of them, too."
"And what is it, Andy?----tell me, what is it?" said she, kindly.
"There"s no wake,--there is n"t as much as a tenant"s child would have!"
"We are almost friendless here, Andy. It is not our own country."
"Ain"t they Christians, though? Could n"t they keep the corpse company?
Is it four candles and a deal coffin ought to be at a Dalton"s burial?"
"And we are poor also," said she, meekly.
"And has n"t the poorest respect for the dead?" said he, sternly.
"Wouldn"t they sell the cow, or the last pig, out of honor to him that"s gone to glory? I "ll not stay longer in the place; I "ll have my discharge; I "ll go back to Ireland."
"Poor fellow," said Nelly, taking his hand kindly, and seating him beside her. "You loved him so! and he loved you, Andy. He loved to hear you sing your old songs, and tell over the names of his favorite hounds."
"Bessy and Countess were the sweetest among them," said the old man, wandering away to old memories of the past, "but Nora was truer than either." And so he fell into a low mumbling to himself, endeavoring, as it seemed, to recall the forgotten line of some hunting chant, while Nelly returned to the house to take her last farewell ere the coffin lid was closed.
CHAPTER XXII. A LAST ADIEU
The pleasure-seekers of Baden were not likely to be diverted from their pursuits by such humble calamities as Nelly Dalton"s, and the gay world went on its gay road as merrily as though death or ruin could have no concern for them. Already the happy groups were gathering before the Cur-saal. The sounds of music filled the air. Wealth was displaying its gorgeous attractions, beauty her fascinations, and wit its brilliancy; and none had a thought for that sad episode which a few hours had half obliterated from every mind. Under a spreading chestnut-tree, and around a table sumptuously spread for breakfast, a large party was a.s.sembled, discussing the news of the morning and the plans of pleasure for the day. Some had but thoughts for the play-table, and could attune their ears to no other sounds than the clink of the gold and the rake of the croupier; others chatted of the world of politics and fashion; and a few, with that love of the picturesque the taste for painting engenders, were admiring the changeful effects of pa.s.sing clouds on the landscape, and pointing out spots of peculiar beauty and sublimity.
"How well the Alten Schloss looks, with that ma.s.s of shadow on it,"
remarked a young man to a fair and delicate-looking girl beside him; "and see how the weeping ash waves over the old walls, like a banner."
"And look!" cried she, "mark that little procession that is slowly winding up the pathway,--what effect a few figures give to the scene, as they appear and disappear with each turning of the road. Some pilgrimage to a holy shrine, I fancy."
"No; it is a funeral. I can mark what Sh.e.l.ley calls the step of the bearers "heavy and slow;" and if you listen, you"ll catch the sound of the death-bell."
"It"s quite a picture, I declare," said she. "I wish I had brought my sketch-book."
And so it is ever! The sorrows that are rending some hearts in twain are but as objects of picturesque effect to others. And even the young and the tender-minded learn to look on the calamities that touch them not, as things of mere artistic meaning.
Up that steep road, over rock and rugged stone, brushing between the tangled briers, or with difficulty being turned around some sharp angle, was now borne the corpse of him who had so often wended the same path on his homeward way. Four peasants carried the coffin, which was followed by Nelly and old Andy; Hans, from a sense of respect, walking behind them. It was a long and arduous ascent, and they were often obliged to halt and take breath; and at such times Nelly would kneel down beside the coffin and pray. The sufferings of the last two days had left deep traces on her features, which had lost every tinge of color. Her eyes, too, were deep-set and heavy; but in the elevated expression of her brow at moments, and the compression of her lips, might be seen the energy of one who had a firm purpose, and was resolved to carry it through.
"Sit down and rest yourself, Fraulein," said Hans, as he saw that she faltered in her step. "We are yet far from the top."
"I will rest at the fountain," said she, faintly. "It was a favorite spot of his." And they moved slowly on once more.
The fountain was a little well, carved in the native rock, around which some rude seats were also fashioned, the whole sheltered by a thick roof of foliage, which, even in noonday, cast a deep shadow around, and effectually screened it from the path that wound along beside it.
Scarcely had the bearers deposited the coffin beside the well, when the sound of voices was heard as a considerable number of persons descended the path. Words in French, German, and English showed that the party consisted of representatives of these nations; but one voice, if once heard not readily forgotten, towered high above all the rest.
"I cannot offer my arm, madam," cried a sharp, ringing accent, "as the infernal road will not admit of two abreast; but I can go before and pilot you."
"Oh, thanks, sir," replied a mild, meek tone; "I can get on very well indeed. I am only uneasy about my sister."
"I don"t suspect that she incurs either much risk or fatigue, madam,"
rejoined the other, "seeing that she is seated in an armchair, and carried by two of the stoutest fellows in Baden."
"But the exertion, in her weak state--"
"She might make the ascent of Mont Blanc, madam, with the same appliances; and if you only told her that there were bargains to be had at the top, I verily believe she would do so."
"You don"t think the things were cheap here, Colonel?" said Miss Martha, who thought by a diversion to draw Haggerstone away from so dangerous a discussion.
"I am no connoisseur in Dutch dolls, nor Noah"s arks, madam, although modern society presents us with something very like both; but I concluded that the prices were not exorbitant. I went there myself from a sense of equity. I once put a bullet into the little rascal"s skin, and I have bought a salad-fork and a nut-crackers in requital."
"It was kindly thought of," sighed Martha, gently.
"They only cost me nine kreutzers, madam," rejoined Haggerstone, who was more afraid of being thought a dupe than ill-natured, "so that my sense of generosity did not make a fool of me, as it did with the dwarf himself."
"How so?"
"Why, in going security for that old Irishman, Dalton. It is to pay this debt that he has been sold out to-day, and I fancy that Swiss cottages and barking poodles will realize a very small dividend."
"Oh, Hanserl!" said Nelly, "what do I hear?"
"Hush, Fraulein!" said he, with a gesture to enforce silence. "I will tell you of these things hereafter."
And now the others pa.s.sed, and were soon out of hearing.
"Oh, Hanserl!" cried Nelly, bitterly, "how misfortunes crowd upon me!
It was but a moment back I was feeding my mind with the sad consolation that my griefs were all my own,--that the gloom of my dreary fortune cast no shadow on another; and now I see that I was wrong. _You_ must pay the dear penalty of having befriended us!--the fruits of all your hard years of industry!"
"And you would rob me of their best reward,--the glorious sense of a generous action?" broke in Hans. "They _were_ years of toil and privation, and they might have been years of pleasure if avarice and greed had grown upon me; but I could not become a miser."
"The home you had made your own, lost to you forever!" sighed Nelly.
"It was no longer a home when you left it."
"The well-won provision for old age, Hanserl."
"And has not this event made me young again, and able to brave the world, were it twice as adverse as ever I found it? Oh, Fraulein, you know not the heart-bounding ecstasy of him who, from the depths of an humble station, can rise to do a service to those he looks up to! And yet it is that thought which now warms my blood, and gives an energy to my nature that, even in youth, I never felt."
Nelly was silent; and now neither spoke a word, but sat with bent-down heads, deep sunk in their own reveries. At last she arose, and once more the sad procession resumed its way. They toiled slowly along till they reached the little level table-land, where the church stood,--a little chapel, scarcely larger than a shrine, but long venerated as a holy spot. Poor Dalton had often spent hours here, gazing on the wide expanse of plain and mountain and forest that stretched away beneath; and it was in one of his evening rambles that he had fixed upon the spot where they should lay him, if he could not "rest his bones with his forefathers."
"Sixty-eight!" muttered the old priest, as he read the inscription on the coffin-lid; "in the pride and vigor of manhood! Was he n.o.ble, that I see these quarterings painted here?"
"Hush! that is his daughter," whispered Hanserl.