Part 19 (2/2)

”Marie, be calm, for the love of G.o.d, and let us speak to them first!”

The child, who was gazing at his mother with his large, brilliant, and astonished eyes, threw himself into Iermola's arms as though he wished to call upon him to help him.

”He does not know me,” cried the young woman, in a sad tone. ”He does not know me, and he cannot know me; he runs away from me and repulses me. He cannot do otherwise. Oh, it would have been better to give up everything, to bring down upon our heads your father's curse, rather than abandon our child. He is ours no longer; we have lost him!” As she said this, she wept bitterly and wrung her hands.

”Marie, be calm, I beg you!” repeated the young man.

In the midst of this scene of grief and trouble, Iermola had time to become less agitated, and his face now wore a grave, sad expression.

”This child,” said the father, in a choking and deeply agitated voice,--”this child, whom you found twelve years ago under the oak-trees, is our son. In order to escape the curse with which our father threatened us, and the watchfulness of the people who would have accused us before him if they had known of our secret marriage, we were compelled to send him away from us, to abandon him for a time, and to forget him. But the priest who married us, and who baptized the child, will be our witness; the man who placed him here--”

”He may indeed have been your son,” slowly answered the old man, to whom strength had returned at this critical moment, ”but now he is mine alone; he is my child. You see he does not know his mother, that when his father calls him he runs to me. I have reared him by the labour of my old age, by taking the bread from my own mouth. No one shall take him from me; Radionek will never leave me.”

The mother, as she heard this, sobbed aloud. Jan Druzyna held her; but he himself blushed, trembled, and various expressions pa.s.sed over his countenance.

”Listen, old man,” he cried, ”whether you will or no, you will be obliged to give up this child, whose caresses we have longed for so many years.”

”If I should give him up to you, he would not go with you,” answered Iermola; ”he does not know you. He would not abandon the old man who has brought him up.”

Radionek stood motionless, pale, and troubled. His mother held out her hands to him; her eyes sought his; her lips sought his lips. The mysterious power of maternal feeling roused itself to draw him to her; and the boy's eyes filled with tears.

”Anything for your son, anything you can ask!” cried Jan Druzyna.

”And what should I take from you?” replied the old man, indignantly.

”What could you give me which would supply the place of my beloved, my only child? I ask nothing of you,--nothing but permission to die near him and to die in peace.”

As he spoke, the old man burst into tears; his limbs shook, and he leaned against the wall to keep from falling. Radionek held him up, and helped him to sit down again on the door-sill; and Iermola, laying his hand on the child's fair head, kissed him pa.s.sionately. The young mother wrung her hands in despair; her grief increased, and she became beside herself. At last she threw herself upon her child, ardent and strong as a lioness, and strained him in her maternal arms.

”You are mine!” she cried, choked by her tears; ”you are mine!”

And already Radionek no longer sought to avoid her caresses; he had just received his mother's first kiss,--a kiss so sweet, so penetrating, so long awaited.

The father also tremblingly approached his child, and kissed him through his tears.

Iermola watched them with a glance now sad and despairing, now bright and burning with jealousy; one single moment, one single word, had been sufficient to deprive him of his treasure.

”It was happiness enough for me,” murmured the old man. ”G.o.d takes it all from me. I must give him up; fate had only lent him to me. And I shall doubtless not live long. Sir,” said he then, in a voice full of tears and emotion, ”you see it is I who now supplicate you. I am old; I shall not live long; leave me my child until I die. I shall die soon, I am very old; then you will drag him away from my coffin. How could I live without him? Ah, do not leave me alone for the last days I have to live in this world; do not punish me; do not kill me, if for no other reason but because I have welcomed and reared your child!”

”We will take you away with the little fellow,” cried Jan. ”Come with him; we are more grateful to you than any words can express.”

The old man interrupted him by sobbing violently; and Radionek hastened to run to Iermola as soon as he heard him crying. He knelt down beside him and hid his weeping face on his lap.

”My father, my father!” he cried, ”do not weep; I will never leave you.

We will not go away from your cabin; we will stay here together. I am so happy with you, I want nothing more.”

Then the mother, seeing herself still forsaken, began to sob again, and nearly fainted. The neighbours, attracted by the noise, gathered on the spot and were witnesses of the scene. The cossack's widow, Chwedko, Huluk, and others shed the tears of compa.s.sion which the poor have always ready even for the griefs and miseries which they cannot comprehend, for the tears of others always suffice to move them to pity.

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