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She smiled, and her eyes became less roving. "I am better," she whispered.
"Edith, I knew you would be better as soon as he came," said Star, kissing her. "Are you not glad, Mr. Winthrope?" asked Star of him.
"Very, very," he responded. He touched his lips to her fevered hand; and how it thrilled him.
"Now, you may retire, if you wish," said Star.
"Will you come again?" said Edith, in a very low voice; "often; often?"
"If I am permitted," replied John, releasing her hand, and rising.
"You have my permission," whispered Edith, feebly attempting to smile.
"Oh, I am so weak, I am afraid it will be such a long time before I can leave this bed." Turning to Star, she said: "Have mamma keep him for dinner, if it is near that time--or breakfast, or lunch."
"He will remain," answered Star.
"You will come in before you go--you will come again, Mr. Winthrope?"
asked Edith, faintly.
"By your father's permission," he answered, smiling down upon her.
"He will permit you," said Edith.
"Good bye," said John, taking Edith's hand again.
"Good bye; don't fail to come in again before you go?" said Edith.
"I shall come," he said, kissing her lily hand; after which he lay it down with the greatest reluctance.
Then he left her, with a world of thrilling emotions consuming him.
Seeing no one in the hallway, he proceeded alone down the stairs to the parlor, there to be met by the gloomy countenances of Edith's loving parents, who were at that moment in such a distracted state of mind that they almost collapsed over wrong expectations over this singular meeting of their daughter with John Winthrope. Both rose as they saw John approaching, and sighed.
"How is she?" both asked together.
"Better," was John's response.
Mr. Jarney took John by the hand, and said: "How greatly relieved I am."
Mrs. Jarney did not wait for further information; but ran up the stairs, and went headlong into her daughter's room.
"Oh, my child! my child!" she cried in the excess of her joy, seeing the token of rationality in Edith's face. She fell on the bed by Edith's side, almost in a faint, throwing her arms about her. Edith was not in condition to withstand such a stormy outburst of motherly affection.
Star, understanding the bad effect such extreme commotion might have upon her charge, persuaded Mrs. Jarney to be calm, and all would be well.
"Did you know him, Edith?" asked her mother, still mentally agitated.
"Yes, mamma," replied Edith, so low she could hardly be heard.
"Was it he that effected a cure, Edith?"
"Oh, mamma, I am not well yet," said Edith; "and it may be a long time before I get out of this."
"Was it he, Edith, that brought about the crisis?" persisted the mother.
"It might have been, mamma," said Edith.
"Edith, are you keeping a secret from me?" pursued her mother.
"Dear mamma, I cannot bear up, if you keep on," whispered Edith, growing restless.
"Mrs. Jarney, it would be best not to disturb her any more; she needs sleep," said Star, advisedly.
Mrs. Jarney, realizing her mistaken enthusiasm, quieted down, and slipped out of the room, and bustled down the stairs in an uncontrollable plight of fl.u.s.teration. She rushed up to Mr. Winthrope, and was almost in the act of embracing that young gentleman, who had earned his way unconsciously into her faver to such proportions that the good lady could not keep away from him all evening. In verity, Mrs.
Jarney was so dignifiedly considerate that she would have, under the spur of the stimulent of joy, given her consent right then to John becoming a permanent member of her household (had he thought of asking that privilege of her) had it not have been that a little bit of money-pride overbalanced her grat.i.tude. And, in truth, too, Mr. Jarney might have fallen under the same magic that John had also cast over him, had it not have been that his pride was a little greater than he could consistently overcome. But this did not prevent Mr. Jarney from showering upon John encomiums of all kinds for the rest of his stay in the house that evening.
John, being prodigiously sensitive on the matter of the propriety of a thing done, was with difficulty persuaded in his own mind that Edith's wish was any more than a good woman's gratefulness. Although he made a great effort that evening to keep down the blazing fires of the one great human pa.s.sion, he could not extinguish them altogether, for the more he thought of the cause that led up to his coming there, the fiercer the coals blazed within him: till his soul was almost afire.
Dinner was eaten in great state, the first of the kind for John; but he, being an adaptable young man, was equal to anything that confronted him. And while dining, he did not fail to notice the changed spirits of all the inmates of the house, from the head of it down to the waiter; for the later were profuse in showing him deference, in their looks and actions; he did not fail to notice the change in the lights that gave back a much more cheerful caress, where before they were feebly lifeless; he did not fail to notice the change in the countenances of the friends of the family, who came in with a deadening look, and went out with a smile; he did not fail to notice all these things; nor could he help but feel that he was the one person who might have brought it about. In consequence, he pa.s.sed through the evening in the ascending mood of rapturous delight; but, though, always with a fear--a fear bound up in one corner of his heart--that he was only being rewarded for his services as the servant of this great man of money, the father of Edith.
But John, do not despair; there are worse people in this world, who are rich, than the Jarneys.
John kept his promise, and called to see Edith just before he was ready to leave the mansion. She was sleeping when he was let into the darkened room; and when he looked down upon her, in her purity, dreaming, perhaps of him, he felt the power of love that was bearing him down. Were everything made of sweet toned bells, and they were every one ringing, no greater would be the alarum than that which at that moment knelled through him. The fear of death coming to her, the fear of her loss should she come back to life, the fear of those who brought her into the world, the fear of Fate, the fear of Chance, struck him dumb. Would her death be worse than life? he thought; would her life be worse than death? Sleeping calmly, peacefully, without a murmur from her lips; breathing lightly, evenly, without a break in the respiration; resting now as if the angels had brought a cure from out the skies--John felt the holy thrall which controlled him.
He knelt down by the bed, and took her white hand in his, and tears of his mercy wet her limp fingers; and he prayed.
Then, rising, with his heart too full to speak, he turned to the door to leave. Miss Barton, seeing his agitation, came up to speak to him, with her eyes also filled with tears.
"Wait till she awakes," she said.
"I cannot," he replied.
"She expects to see you before you go."
"Tell her--" and he was gone.
CHAPTER XVI.
BILLY BARTON'S FLIGHT.
When Billy Barton left his home and family, he went without a clue to his destination; and he left no word behind of his going.
The world to him had been a series of degenerating allurements ever since he could remember anything; and Evil Repute was the sum of his reward. He was brought up amid the scenes of the river's traffic as a wharf man, or roustabout; and was called the waterman, by reason of an ineradicable habit he had of invariably falling into the stream when intoxicated. This predilection of Billy's might have cured such a failing in any other man; but the more often Billy fell into the river the less inclined he was to accept the water cure. The frequency of these periodic immersions grew to such dimensions that his qualifications as a wharfman became nil, and he thereby lost his right to a permanancy among the gang, causing him, one day early in his years, to be placed on the reserve list to take his chances for obtaining work as an extra.
Billy was like many another man of his cla.s.s: he had no inclination to reach a higher level, or lacked the ability to go higher; and by these well developed attributes, in him, he found it pretty hard picking among the dispensers of jobs. It appears that he was continually in ill-luck, when it came to making a.s.signments for the long line of men in waiting.
Sometimes he would put in a day or so of work, with a disposition to be light-hearted over his luck; but it very often happened that when he was wanted, he was under the influence of drink; or had just recovered himself from a baptism in the river; and so he was many times overlooked. This vicarious situation did not tend to better his condition. It only made him worse. What between his few spells of work, and his numerous spells of sprees, he had a petty sum left on which to keep his growing family.
Billy Barton was a very clever man in his sober moments; but so seldom was he ever in that state of good behavior, that his cleverness was overlooked even by his most intimates. What is hereof meant by this use of the word clever, is that it was applied to him in the vernacular sense, and not in its strict usage. So when in that state of temporary sanity, he was ever ready with a rough wit of the hang-dog style--the wit of the waterfront, of the grog shop, of the slums, of the rough-and-ready characters of his calling; and this he carried to his home, very often to his sorrow. He used to tell the "boys" that he had an "old woman" who could give any one spades in cards in her fetching ways toward general cussedness. But Billy would condone all that poor woman's incapacities, whenever he would get drunk, and, with a great display of imaginary wealth, which he said he would fall heir to some day, impress upon her impressionable mind the beauties of their future.