"And how does poor Mary bear it?" said Mark.
"Bad enough, I hear, for n.o.body ever goes into the house at all, since she had the red-coats, and there she"s pining away every day; but I must be going. I"ll come down and see you soon, Master Mark, and I hope you won"t lave us in a hurry again." Terry did not wait for any rejoinder to this speech, but with the agility of his wild life, sprung lightly up the mountain, from whence his voice was heard gaily carolling as he went, long afterwards.
Mark looked after him for a few moments, and probably amid the compa.s.sionate feelings with which he regarded the poor creature, there were mingled others of actual envy, so light-hearted and happy did he seem amidst all his poverty.
"I could even change with him," said Mark, aloud, and then, as if he had unburdened his heart of its weary load, he resumed his way.
The grey twilight was fast merging into night, as he approached the little inn, nor was it without emotion that he watched the light that streamed from the windows across the road. Many an evening of his happy boyhood had been pa.s.sed beside that humble hearth--many a thrilling tale and many a merry story had he listened to, there. Beneath that roof it was he first imbibed the proud thoughts of his house and family, and learned to know the estimation in which men held his name. It was there he first felt the spirit of chieftainship, and there, too, he had first devoted himself to the cause of his country. Alas! these were but sad memories, how he had lived to find himself deceived, by every one he had trusted; falsehood and treachery in so many shapes surrounded him, that it needed only the extinction of hope to make him feel his life a weary and unprofitable load. He stood for a few seconds before the door, and listened with an indignant spirit to the coa.r.s.e revelry of the soldiers who caroused within. Their very laughter smote upon his ear like derision, and he turned away from the spot, angry and impatient. Some vague resolve to return home and take a last farewell of his father, was the only plan he could fix on; whither, afterwards, or how, he knew not, nor did he care. Like most men who attribute their failures in life to evil destinies that sway them, and not to their own faults and follies, his fatalism urged him to a recklessness of the future, and in place of hope there sprung up in his heart a strange feeling of wonder to think, what trials and straits fortune might yet have in store for him. He often deliberated with himself how he should meet, and how part with his father--whether acknowledge that he knew the secret of the deceit that had been practised upon him, or whether he should conceal that knowledge within his own bosom. To do the latter was his final resolve. To spare the old man the added misery of knowing that his son had detected his criminality, was the suggestion of his better and purer feeling, and even though his leaving him should thus be wanting in the only excuse he could proffer, he preferred this to the misery another course would entail.
At last he reached the old gateway, and often as it had been his lot to bring beneath its shadow a heavy and sorrow-struck heart, never had he pa.s.sed it so deeply depressed as now.
"Come on, good beast," he said, patting the wearied horse, "you shall have rest here, and that," said he, with a sigh, "that, is more than I can promise to myself."
With these sad words he toiled up the steep ascent, and gained the terrace in front of the Castle. There were lights burning in the old tower and in the hall, but all the rest of the building was in darkness.
The door lay open, and as Mark stood within it, he could hear the mellow sounds of a harp which came floating softly through the long-vaulted corridor, blended with a voice that stirred the fibres of his strong heart, and made him tremble like a child.
"Why should I not linger here?" thought he; "why not stay and listen to these sweet sounds? I shall never hear them more!" and he stood and bent his ear to drink them in, and stirred not until they ceased. The last chord had died away in silence--then hastily fastening his horse to the door-ring, he entered the long pa.s.sage unnoticed by any, and reached the door. The sound of voices, as of persons talking pleasantly together, struck harshly on his ear, and the loud laughter that burst forth grated strangely on his senses.
"They have little sorrow for the outcast--that is certain," said he, as, with a swelling heart and proud step, he opened the door and entered.
This part of the room lay in deep shadow, and while Mark could distinctly perceive the others, they could but dimly discern the outline of his figure, without being able to recognize him. His father and Sir Archy were seated, as of old, on either side of the chimney; Kate was leaning over her harp, which she had just ceased to play; while seated near her, and bending forward in an att.i.tude of eager attention, was Hemsworth himself, the man of all others he least wished to see at such a moment.
"Who is that?" cried the O"Donoghue, "who is standing yonder?" and they all turned their eyes towards the door.
"Why don"t you speak?" continued the old man. "Have you any tidings from my son?--is it news of Mark you bring me?"
"Even so sir," responded the other, as he slowly advanced into the strong light, his arms folded upon his breast, and his brow stern and contracted.
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"Mark!--my boy! my child!" cried the old man, springing from his chair, and, with a strength that seemed at once to defy age and infirmity, rushed towards him, and threw his arms about him. "He"s here--he"s with us once more!" said he, in accents half choked by sobs--"my son! my hope! my pride!"--and while the old man poured forth these words of happiness, the young one stood pale, cold, and seemingly apathetic.
His eyes bent on vacancy, and his features devoid of all expression of pa.s.sion, he turned from Sir Archy, who grasped one hand, and looked at Kate, who held the other between hers, but in his gaze there was rather the look of one suddenly recalled to consciousness out of some long-fevered sleep, than the healthful aspect of waking life.
"You are not ill, Mark--you"re only fatigued," said Kate, as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek, and fell upon his hand.
Mark started as he felt the drop, and looked at her with a searching glance, then turned his eyes towards Hemsworth, and back again to her, and for the first time a stern and scornful smile curled upon his lip.
Kate seemed to read the glance, and returned it with a look, proud and haughty as his own, while dropping his hand, she walked towards her chair without speaking.
"We maun let him hae a bit supper as soon as may be," said Sir Archy, whose practical good sense saw how much bodily fatigue influenced the youth"s demeanour.
"Supper!" said the O"Donoghue; "ay, faith, every bottle in the cellar would be too little to celebrate the boy"s return. Ring that bell, Archy. Where is Kerry? What are the people doing not to know that their young master is here?"
"At another moment, I should beg that Mr. O"Donoghue might remember me,"
said Hemsworth, with a deferential bow. "And I hope the time is coming when I may be permitted to renew my acquaintance;--for the present, I feel how unsuited the presence of a stranger is, on an occasion like this, and cannot better show how deeply I appreciate your feeling than by taking my leave."
So saying, he courteously saluted the O"Donoghue, Sir Archy, and Kate; while, turning to Mark, he proffered his hand, as he said--
"Pray, sir, let the occasion excuse the liberty, and permit me to add my welcome also."
"You do the honours of this house too early, sir," was Mark"s savage reply, while he folded his arms upon his breast, and measured Hemsworth with a glance of withering scorn. "I"m beneath my father"s roof. It is not for a stranger to bid me welcome here."
Hemsworth smiled, and muttered some words in mild acquiescence, their tone and accent were apologetic, and the manner in which he spoke them humble even to humility. When they were uttered, he bowed deeply, and with a look towards the others that seemed to indicate the absence of any feeling of offence, withdrew.
"You are unco severe on Maister Hemsworth, Mark," said Sir Archy, gravely. "If his politeness wasna altogether correct, it was weel intended."
"Mark was all right, whatever he said," cried the old man, exultingly.
"Egad, I"ll not dispute with the boy to-night, if he thought proper to throw the fellow out of the window."
"I am sorry my rudeness should have offended others," said Mark, with a sidelong glance at Kate. "As for Mr. Hemsworth, we understand each other. He neither thinks better nor worse of me than he did before."
"D----n Hemsworth!" said the O"Donoghue; "why are we talking of him at all? Sit down beside me, Mark. Let me see you again, my boy, in your old place. Give me your hand, and let me think that my three months of fretting have only been a dream."
"Would it had been a dream to me," said Mark, with a deep sigh, as he seated himself beside the old man.
"Come, come, Mark," said Sir Archy, "Ye hae often laughed at my Scotch adage about "byganes," let me have my revenge now by applying it to your own fortunes."
"So, you have come at last," cried the O"Donoghue, as Kerry O"Leary at length made his appearance at the door. "Is Master Mark to go supperless to bed----"
"Master Mark," shouted Kerry, "Oh, murther alive, and is it himself that"s in it. Oh, blessed hour, but I"m glad to see you home again, and your honor looking so well and hearty. Maybe we won"t have bonfires over the hills, when the boys hear it."
"The supper, the supper. Confound the fellow, the boy is famished, and the rascal stands prating there about bonfires."
"My horse is far more in need of care than I am," said Mark, suddenly, remembering the wearied animal he left fastened to the door. "I must look to the poor beast before I take anything myself;" and so saying he left the room, none wishing to gainsay anything he desired to do.
"Poor fellow," said the O"Donoghue, "how pale and careworn he looks--he appears to have suffered heavily."
"Depend upon it," said Sir Archy, gravely, "the lad has learned much since we saw him last. I dinna mislike the look his features have, although it be one of sorrow. What says Kate?" No answer followed this appeal, but the young girl turned away her head, and affected to a.s.sist in arranging the table.
"Mind, Archy," said the O"Donoghue, eagerly, "remember, not a word about his absence, no questioning whatever--the boy has gone through too many troubles already to bear the penalty of relating them. Take care, too, that there be no allusion to Hemsworth, Mark does not yet know the friendly part he has taken, and only knows him as we used to think and speak of him of old--but hush, here he comes."
When Mark re-entered the room, he seemed at least easier, if not happier, than before. The cloud that Hemsworth"s presence threw over him had pa.s.sed away, and he felt anxious to show himself in more favourable colours than his first appearance had displayed. While, therefore, he did his utmost to repay to his father and uncle, the kind and affectionate greetings by which they met him--to his cousin Kate he was either sternly distant, or totally indifferent in manner; and when at last, repulsed in many efforts to attract his notice, she arose to retire for the night, he took a formal leave of her, and seemed relieved by her departure. This was not remarked by the O"Donoghue; but Sir Archy was a shrewd observer, and noted the circ.u.mstance with displeasure; still, too careful of consequences to show that he had observed it, he reserved his interference for another and more favourable moment, and soon afterwards, wished them good night, and left the room.
"It is time for me to go also," said Mark, as, after a silence of some moments, he arose, and lighted a candle. "I have not been accustomed to a good bed latterly, and I feel that one sound night"s sleep is due to me."
"But for that, Mark, I could not part with you just yet. I have so much to say, so much to hear from you. There have been many things during your absence I must tell you of."
"And first of all," said Mark, rapidly, "How comes that man, Hemsworth, so intimate here? What claim has he to darken our door with his presence?"
"The strong claim of true friendship," said the old man, firmly, "a claim I have not met so much of in life, that I can afford to undervalue it when it does present itself. But for him, the ejectment would have been sued out last a.s.sizes--he saved us also from a foreclosure of Drake"s mortgage--advanced me five thousand pounds upon my own bond, Archy being a co-surety, which you well know was a matter of form. This, besides saving us from any proceedings the Travers might have taken, in revenge for their own disappointment about Kate----"
"Speak more plainly, I beg you, sir, and above all, please to remember that I am ignorant of everything you allude to. What of Kate?"
"Oh, I forgot you were not with us then. It was a proposal of marriage.
Young Travers made your cousin a brilliant offer, as far as money was concerned, which Kate refused. There was some negociation about leaving the thing open. Something about the future--I forget exactly what--but I only know she was peremptory and decided, as she always is, and wrote to me to take her home. Archy went up for her to Dublin, and the Travers soon after left Ireland in high indignation with us, and determined, as we soon found, to let us feel their enmity. Then it was that we learned to appreciate Hemsworth, whom all along we had so completely mistaken, and indeed, but for him, we should never have heard of you."
"Of me. What did he know of me?"
"Everything, Mark--all--said the old man, in a low whisper, as he stole a prying glance through the room to satisfy himself that they were not overheard.