"Nixy Jones"s mother died yesterday, Miss Kate. They had an orful nice funeral."
"Yes, I"m sorry for the poor little children; they will miss their mamma."
"Not "nuff to hurt "em! Them Joneses never cared nuthin" for n.o.body; they was playing on tin oyster cans the hull blessed ev"nin", till Jim went "nd stop"t "em, "nd told "em it warn"t perlite. Say how dretful it must be to go down into the cold, dark ground, and be shut up in a tight box, "nd want to git out--git out--"nd keep hollerin" "nd a-hollerin", and n.o.body come to fetch yer, cause yer"s dead!"
"Oh, Patsy, child, stop such fearful thoughts! I hope people are glad and willing to stay when they are dead. The part of them that wonders and thinks and feels and loves and is happy or sad--you know what I mean, don"t you?"
"Yes," he said slowly, leaning his head on his hand.
"G.o.d takes care of that part; it is His own, and He makes it all right.
And as for our bodies, Patsy, you don"t care about keeping your poor little aching back, do you? You talk about the cold, dark earth. Why, I think of it as the tender, warm earth, that holds the little brown acorn until it begins to grow into a spreading oak-tree, and nurses the little seeds till they grow into lovely blossoming flowers. Now we must trot home, Patsy. Wrap this shawl over your shoulders, and come under my umbrella."
"Oh, I don"t need any shawl, please. I"m so orful hot!"
"That"s just the reason," I replied, as I looked with anxious eyes at his flushed cheeks.
I left him at the little door on Anna Street, and persuaded Mrs. Kennett to give him some hot soup at dinner-time.
The next morning I was startled from a profound sleep by a tremendous peal of the door-bell. Though only half awakened, my forebodings seemed realized; and the bell rang "Patsy" in my ears.
I hastily slipped on my dress, and, going to the door, saw just whom I expected,--Jim.
"What"s the matter with Patsy?"
"He"s turrible bad, miss; he got took with one o" them fits the worst kind in the night, and liked ter died. Yer could a heerd him screech a block off."
"Oh, my poor boy! Have you had a doctor? What did he say?"
"Well, he said he guessed it was the last one, miss, "nd I"m afraid it is, sure."
"Who is with him now? Are you going right back?"
"Yes, miss, soon as I go "nd git leave from the boss. Mis" Kennett"s went to her washin". She couldn"t "ford ter lose a job. I found Mr.
Kennett, "nd he"s mindin" Patsy. He cries for you; he says he don"t want nothin" but jest Miss Kate, and he"s that crazy he wants to git up "nd come to the Kindergarten."
"Dear little lad!" I said, trying to keep back the tears. "Here, Jim, take the school keys to Miss Helen, and ask her to take my place to-day.
I"ll start in ten minutes for Patsy."
"Thank yer, miss. I tell yer, he"s a crooked little chap, but he"s as smart as they make "em; "nd annyhow, he"s all the folks I"ve got in the world, "nd I hope we kin pull him through."
"Pull him through!" Had years pa.s.sed over Patsy"s head since I saw him last? He seemed to have grown old with the night"s pain, but the eyes shone out with new l.u.s.tre and brilliancy, making ready, I thought, to receive the heavenly visions.
We were alone. I could not bear Mr. Kennett"s presence, and had dispatched him for the doctor. I knelt by the bedside, and took his cold hand in mine. I could not pray G.o.d to spare him, it was so clear that He had better take him to Himself.
"I knowed you"d come, Miss Kate," he said faintly; "I knowed you"d hurry up; you"s allers hurryin" up for us boys."
Oh, how beautiful, how awesome, it is to be the messenger of peace to an unhappy soul! So great a joy is it to bear that it is not given to many twice in a lifetime.
The rain beat upon the frail roof, the wind blew about the little house, and a darkness of fast-gathering black clouds fell into the room in place of the morning sunbeams. It was a gloomy day for a journey, but if one were traveling from shadow into sunshine, I thought, it would not matter much.
"Mis" Kennett says I must hev a priest, but I don"t want no priest but you," whispered the faint voice as I bent over the pillows. "What does priests do when folks is sick, Miss Kate?"
"They pray, Patsy."
"What fur?"
I paused, for in my grief I could think of no simple way of telling that ignorant little child what they did pray for.
"They will pray for you, dear," I said at length, "because they will want to talk to G.o.d about the little boy who is coming to Him; to tell Him how glad they are that he is to be happy at last, but that they shall miss him very, very much."
"The priest lives clear out Market Street, "nd he wouldn"t git "ere "fore G.o.d knew the hull thing "thout his tellin" of it. You pray, Miss Kate."
_"O thou dear, loving Father in Heaven, Patsy"s Father and mine, who givest all the little children into their mothers" arms, if one of them is lost and wandering about the world forlorn and alone, surely Thou wilt take him to a better home! We send little Patsy to Thee, and pray that his heart may be fitted with joy and thankfulness when he comes to live in Thy house."_
"Tell "im "bout them three years what I lost, so "t He"ll make "lowance, jest as you did."
_"O G.o.d, who saw fit to lay a heavy burden on Patsy"s little shoulders and take away his three years, make them up to him in his heavenly life."_
"Yer never said Amen! "T ain"t no good "thout yer say Amen!"
_"Amen!"_
Silence for many minutes. The brain was alive with thoughts, but the poor tired body was weakened already with the labor of telling them.
When he spoke again, it was more slowly and with greater difficulty.
"I guess--Heaven--is kind o" like--our Kindergartent--don"t you? "nd so--I ain"t goin" to feel--strange! There"ll be beautiful places, with flowers bloomin" in "em, "nd birds "nd brooks mebbe, like those in the stories you tell us, and lots of singin" like we have; and the peoples are good to each other, like our children, "ceptin" Jimmy Battles,--"nd they"ll do each other"s work, "nd wait on the angels, "nd run errants for G.o.d, I s"pose--and everybody"ll wear clean--white--ap.r.o.ns--like in the picture-books; but I sha"n"t like it much "thout you git there pretty quick, Miss Kate;--but I ain"t goin" to cry!"
"Oh, Patsy, my boy, it is for those who are left behind to cry. It must be better to go."
"Well, I"m willin". I"ve got enough o" this, I tell yer, with backaches, "nd fits, "nd boys callin" sa.s.sy names--"nd no gravy ever on my pertater;--but I hate to go "way from the Kindergartent--only p"raps Heaven is just like, only bigger, "nd more children--"nd no Jimmy Battleses! Sing about the pleasant mornin" light, will yer, please--Miss Kate?"
And in a voice choked with tears, as Jim came in and lifted Patsy in his arms, I sang the hymn that he had sung, with folded hands and reverent mien, every morning of his life in the Kindergarten:--
"Father, we thank Thee for the night, And for the pleasant morning light; For rest and gladness, love and care, And all that makes the day so fair!
Help us to do the things we should: To be to others kind and good; In all we do, in work or play, To grow more loving every day!"
The last lingering, trembling note fell upon the death-like stillness of the room, as with one sharp, brief struggle, one look of ineffable love and peace, the tired lids drooped heavily over the eyes never to be lifted again. Light had gleamed upon the darkened pathway, but the silent room, the dying fire, the failing light, and the falling rain were all in fellowship with Death. My blessed boy! G.o.d had given him back his three lost years!
"Oh, it is hard to take to heart the lesson that such deaths will teach, but let no man reject it, for it is one that all must learn. When Death strikes down the innocent and young, from every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes."
[Ill.u.s.tration: TAIL-PIECE.]