Part 37 (2/2)
But Morton was bending above Viola and did not heed his sister. The girl's eyes were opening as from natural slumber, and he said, gently: ”I hope you are not in pain? We will release you in a moment.”
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”THE GIRL'S EYES WERE OPENING AS FROM NATURAL SLUMBER”]
She smiled faintly as she recognized him. ”My arms are numb, and my feet feel as if strips of wood were nailed to my soles,” she answered, wearily, ”and my head is aching dreadfully; but that will soon pa.s.s.”
”She always complains of her feet,” the mother explained. ”She can't walk for quite a little while afterwards.”
”You poor thing!” exclaimed Kate. ”You are a martyr--that's what you are.”
Viola looked up with sweet and anxious glance. ”Did anything happen?
Did your friends come to you, Mrs. Rice?”
”No, but several voices spoke to Morton.”
”I'm sorry no one came to you. I've been a long way off this time,”
she continued, with dreamy, inward glance, ”into a beautiful country from which I hated to return. I wouldn't have come back to you at all only a thread of light tied my soul to my body and drew me down to earth in spite of myself.”
”What was it like--that far country?” asked Morton.
She pondered sleepily. ”I can't tell you--only it was very beautiful and I was happy. Every one lived in the light with nothing to fear. I had no memory of the earth--only of my body which I was sorry for.
There was no death, no cold, no darkness up there. I was very happy and free.”
”You should be free and happy here,” answered Morton, gravely. ”Come, doctor, can't we free her now?”
”Yes, you may do so,” he replied, still busy with his note-book.
The young host, with a feeling of having been unnecessarily brutal, ripped the tape loose from the floor, and Kate slipped the loops from Viola's ankles. Then, leaning on her hostess's arm, she rose slowly, smiling brightly, her weakness most appealing. ”I hope a great deal happened--it means so much to me. I want to talk, but I can't now, my head is too thick. You must tell me all about it pretty soon.”
”A great deal happened--you are quite clear of any connection with it.”
Her face lit with placid joy. ”Oh, I'm so glad! It must be very late,”
she added, turning to her mother.
”Yes, and we must be going,” responded Mrs. Lambert, nervously. ”Mr.
Pratt will be impatient.”
”I wish you'd stay with me to-night,” pleaded Kate. ”It was all so wonderful. I can't let you go. Please stay! Both of you. You're too tired to go out into the raw air.”
”Oh no, we can't do that--not to-night,” Viola answered, decisively.
Morton threw back the doors. ”Kate, take Miss Lambert into the dining-room and give her something to drink. She is quite exhausted.
Let me steady you,” he said, tenderly, touching her arm. ”You fairly reel with weakness.”
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