Part 16 (1/2)
Whatever he could do for her Louis did, going to her room each morning and arranging her dress and hair just as he knew she used to wear it. She would not suffer anyone else to do this for her, and in performing these little offices Louis felt that he was only repaying her in part for all she had done for him.
Christmas Eve came at last, and if she thought of what was once to have been on the morrow, she gave no outward token, and with her accustomed smile bade the family good-night. The next morning Louis went often to her door, and hearing no sound within fancied she was sleeping, until at last, as the clock struck nine, he ventured to go in. Maude was awake, and advancing to her side he bade her a ”Merry Christmas,” playfully chiding her the while for having slept so late. A wild, startled expression flashed over her face, as she said: ”Late, Louis! Is it morning, then? I've watched so long to see the light?”
Louis did not understand her, and he answered, ”Morning, yes. The suns.h.i.+ne is streaming into the room. Don't you see it?”
”Suns.h.i.+ne!” and Maude's lips quivered with fear, as springing from her pillow, she whispered faintly, ”Lead me to the window.”
He complied with her request, watching her curiously, as she laid both hands in the warm suns.h.i.+ne, which bathed her fair, round arms and shone upon her raven hair. She felt what she could not see, and Louis Kennedy ne'er forgot the agonized expression of the white, beautiful face which turned toward him as the wretched Maude moaned piteously, ”Yes, brother, 'tis morning to you, but dark, dark night to me. I'm blind! oh, I'm blind!”
She did not faint, she did not shriek, but she stood there rigid and immovable, her countenance giving fearful token of the terrible storm within. She was battling fiercely with her fate, and until twice repeated, she did not hear the childish voice which said to her pleadingly, ”Don't look so, sister. You frighten me, and there may be some hope yet.”
”Hope,” she repeated bitterly, turning her sightless eyes toward him, ”there is no hope but death.”
”Maude,” and Louis' voice was like a plaintive harp, so mournful was its tone, ”Maude, once in the very spot where mother is lying now, you said because I was a cripple you would love me all the more. You have kept that promise well, my sister. You have been all the world to me, and now that you are blind I, too, will love you more. I will be your light--your eyes, and when James De Vere comes back--”
”No, no, no,” moaned Maude, sinking upon the floor. ”n.o.body will care for me. n.o.body will love a blind girl. Oh, is it wicked to wish that I could die, lying here in the suns.h.i.+ne, which I shall never see again?”
There was a movement at the door, and Mrs. Kennedy appeared, starting back as her eye fell upon the face of the prostrate girl, who recognized her step, and murmured sadly, ”Mother, I'm blind, wholly blind.”
Louis' grief had been too great for tears, but Maude Glendower's flowed at once, and bending over the white-faced girl she strove to comfort her, telling her how she would always love her, that every wish should be gratified.
”Then give me back my sight, oh, give me back my sight,” and Maude clasped her mother's hands imploringly.
Ere long she grew more calm, and suffered herself to be dressed as usual, but she would not admit anyone to her room, neither on that day nor for many succeeding days. At length, however, this feeling wore away, and in the heartfelt sympathy of her family and friends she found a slight balm for her grief. Even the doctor was softened, and when Messrs. Beebe & Co. sent in a bill of ninety-five dollars for various articles of furniture, the frown upon his face gave way when his wife said to him, ”It was for Maude, you know!”
”Poor Maude!” seemed to be the sentiment of the whole household, and Nellie herself said it many a time, as with unwonted tenderness she caressed the unfortunate girl, fearing the while lest she had done her a wrong, for she did not then understand the nature of Maude's feelings for J.C. De Vere, to whom Nellie was now engaged.
Urged on by Mrs. Kelsey and a fast diminis.h.i.+ng income, J.C. had written to Nellie soon after her return to Laurel Hill, asking her to be his wife. He did not disguise his former love for Maude, neither did he pretend to have outlived it, but he said he could not wed a blind girl. And Nellie, forgetting her a.s.sertion that she would never marry one who had first proposed to Maude, was only too much pleased to answer Yes. And when J.C. insisted upon an early day, she named the 5th of March, her twentieth birthday. She was to be married at home, and as the preparations for the wedding would cause a great amount of bustle and confusion in the house, it seemed necessary that Maude should know the cause, and with a beating heart Nellie went to her one day to tell the news. Very composedly Maude listened to the story, and then as composedly replied, ”I am truly glad, and trust you will be happy.”
”So I should be,” answered Nellie, ”if I were sure you did not care.”
”Care! for whom?” returned Maude. ”For J.C. De Vere? Every particle of love for him has died out, and I am now inclined to think I never entertained for him more than a girlish fancy, while he certainly did not truly care for me.”
This answer was very quieting to Nellie's conscience, and in unusually good spirits she abandoned herself to the excitement which usually precedes a wedding. Mrs. Kennedy, too, entered heart and soul into the matter, and arming herself with the plea, that ”it was his only daughter, who would probably never be married again,” she coaxed her husband into all manner of extravagances, and by the 1st of March few would have recognized the interior of the house, so changed was it by furniture and repairs. Handsome damask curtains shaded the parlor windows, which were further improved by large heavy panes of gla.s.s. Matty's piano had been removed to Maude's chamber, and its place supplied by a new and costly instrument, which the crafty woman made her husband believe was intended by Mrs.
Kelsey, who selected it, as a bridal present for her niece. The furnace was in splendid order, keeping the whole house, as Hannah said, ”hotter than an oven,” while the disturbed doctor lamented daily over the amount of fuel it consumed, and nightly counted the contents of his purse or reckoned up how much he was probably worth.
But neither his remonstrances nor yet his frequent groans had any effect upon his wife. Although she had no love for Nellie, she was determined upon a splendid wedding, one which would make folks talk for months, and when her liege lord complained of the confusion, she suggested to him a furnished room in the garret, where it would be very quiet for him to reckon up the bill, which from time to time she brought him.
”Might as well gin in at oncet,” John said to him one day, when he borrowed ten dollars for the payment of an oyster bill. ”I tell you she's got more besom in her than both them t'other ones.”
The doctor probably thought so too, for he became comparatively submissive, though he visited often the sunken graves, where he found a mournful solace in reading, ”Katy, wife of Dr. Kennedy, aged twenty-nine,”--”Matty, second wife of Dr. Kennedy, aged thirty,” and once he was absolutely guilty of wondering how the words, ”Maude, third wife of Dr. Kennedy, aged forty-one,” would look. But he repented him of the wicked thought, and when on his return from his ”graveyard musings,” Maude, aged forty-one, asked him for the twenty dollars which she saw a man pay to him that morning, he gave it to her without a word.
Meanwhile the fickle J.C. in Rochester was one moment regretting the step he was about to take and the next wis.h.i.+ng the day would hasten, so he could ”have it over with.” Maude Remington had secured a place in his affections which Nellie could not fill, and though he had no wish to marry her now, he tried to make himself believe that but for her misfortune she should still have become his wife.
”Jim would marry her, I dare say, even if she were blind as a bat,”
he said; ”but then he is able to support her,” and reminded by this of an unanswered letter from his cousin, who was still in New Orleans, he sat down and wrote, telling him of Maude's total blindness, and then, almost in the next sentence saying that his wedding was fixed for the 5th of March. ”There,” he exclaimed, as he read over the letter, ”I believe I must be crazy, for I never told him that the bride was Nellie; but no matter, I'd like to have him think me magnanimous for a while, and I want to hear what he says.”