Part 22 (1/2)
While she was thus occupied, Tulee came in hastily to say that a stranger gentleman was coming toward the house. Such an event in that lonely place produced general excitement, and some consternation. Rosa at once drew her curtain and bolted the door. But Tulee soon came rapping gently, saying, ”It's only I, Missy Rosy.” As the door partially opened, she said, ”It's a friend Madame has sent ye.” Rosa, stepping forward, recognized Mr. Duroy, the cousin in whose clothes Madame had escaped with them from New Orleans. She was very slightly acquainted with him, but it was such a comfort to see any one who knew of the old times that she could hardly refrain from throwing herself on his neck and bursting into tears. As she grasped his hand with a close pressure, he felt the thinness of her emaciated fingers. The paleness of her cheeks, and the saddened expression of her large eyes, excited his compa.s.sion. He was too polite to express it in words, but it was signified by the deference of his manner and the extreme gentleness of his tones. He talked of Madame's anxious love for her, of the Signor's improving health, of the near completion of their plan for going to Europe, and of their intention to take her with them.
Rosa was full of thankfulness, but said she was as yet incapable of much exertion. Mr. Duroy went on to speak of Tom's visit to Madame; and slowly and cautiously he prepared the way for his account of the conversation between Mr. Fitzgerald and Mr. Bruteman. But careful as he was, he noticed that her features tightened and her hands were clenched. When he came to the interchange of writings, she sprung to her feet, and, clutching his arm convulsively, exclaimed, ”Did he do that?” Her eyes were like a flame, and her chest heaved with the quick-coming breath.
He sought to draw her toward him, saying in soothing tones, ”They shall not harm you, my poor girl. Trust to me, as if I were your father.” But she burst from him impetuously, and walked up and down rapidly; such a sudden access of strength had the body received from the frantic soul.
”Try not to be so much agitated,” said he. ”In a very short time you will be in Europe, and then you will be perfectly safe.”
She paused an instant in her walk, and, with a strange glare in her eyes, she hissed out, ”I hate him.”
He laid his hand gently upon her shoulder, and said: ”I want very much that you should try to be calm. Some negroes are coming with a boat at daybreak, and it is necessary we should all go away with them. You ought to rest as much as possible beforehand.”
”_Rest_!” repeated she with bitter emphasis. And clenching her teeth hard, she again said, ”I hate him!”
Poor Rosa! It had taken a mountain-weight of wrong so to crush out all her gentleness.
Mr. Duroy became somewhat alarmed. He hastened to the kitchen and told Chloe to go directly to Miss Rosa. He then briefly explained his errand to Tulee, and told her to prepare for departure as fast as possible. ”But first go to your mistress,” said he; ”for I am afraid she may go crazy.”
The sufferer yielded more readily to Tulee's accustomed influence than she had done to that of Mr. Duroy. She allowed herself to be laid upon the bed; but while her forehead and temples were being bathed, her heart beat violently, and all her pulses were throbbing. It was, however, necessary to leave her with Chloe, who knelt by the bedside, holding her hand, and praying in tones unusually low for her.
”I'm feared for her,” said Tulee to Mr. Duroy. ”I never see Missy Rosy look so wild and strange.”
A short time after, when she looked into the room, Rosa's eyes were closed. She whispered to Chloe: ”Poor Missy's asleep. You can come and help me a little now.”
But Rosa was not in the least drowsy. She had only remained still, to avoid being talked to. As soon as her attendants had withdrawn, she opened her eyes, and, turning toward the babes, she gazed upon them for a long time. There they lay side by side, like twin kittens. But ah! thought she, how different is their destiny! One is born to be cherished and waited upon all his days, the other is an outcast and a slave. My poor fatherless babe! He wouldn't manumit us. It was not thoughtlessness. He _meant_ to sell us. ”He _meant_ to sell us,” she repeated aloud; and again the wild, hard look came into her eyes. Such a tempest was raging in her soul, that she felt as if she could kill him if he stood before her. This savage paroxysm of revenge was followed by thoughts of suicide. She was about to rise, but hearing the approach of Tulee, she closed her eyes and remained still.
Language is powerless to describe the anguish of that lacerated soul.
At last the storm subsided, and she fell into a heavy sleep.
Meanwhile the two black women were busy with arrangements for the early flight. Many things had been already prepared with the expectation of a summons to New Orleans, and not long after midnight all was in readiness. Chloe, after a sound nap on the kitchen floor, rose up with the first peep of light. She and Tulee hugged each other, with farewell kisses and sobs. She knelt by Rosa's bedside to whisper a brief prayer, and, giving her one long, lingering look, she took up her baby, and set off for the plantation, wondering at the mysterious ways of Providence.
They deferred waking Rosa as long as possible, and when they roused her, she had been so deeply sunk in slumber that she was at first bewildered. When recollection returned, she looked at her babe.
”Where's Chloe?” she asked.
”Gone back to the plantation,” was the reply.
”O, I am so sorry!” sighed Rosa.
”She was feared they would miss her,” rejoined Tulee. ”So she went away as soon as she could see. But she prayed for ye, Missy Rosy; and she told me to say poor Chloe would never forget ye.”
”O, I'm _so_ sorry!” repeated Rosa, mournfully.
She objected to taking the nourishment Tulee offered, saying she wanted to die. But Mr. Duroy reminded her that Madame was longing to see her, and she yielded to that plea. When Tulee brought the same travelling-dress in which she had first come to the cottage, she shrunk from it at first, but seemed to remember immediately that she ought not to give unnecessary trouble to her friends. While she was putting it on, Tulee said, ”I tried to remember to put up everything ye would want, darling.”
”I don't want _any_thing,” she replied listlessly. Then, looking up suddenly, with that same wild, hard expression, she added, ”Don't let me ever see anything that came from _him_!” She spoke so sternly, that Tulee, for the first time in her life, was a little afraid of her.
The eastern sky was all of a saffron glow, but the golden edge of the sun had not yet appeared above the horizon, when they entered the boat which was to convey them to the main-land. Without one glance toward the beautiful island where she had enjoyed and suffered so much, the unhappy fugitive nestled close to Tulee, and hid her face on her shoulder, as if she had nothing else in the world to cling to.
A week later, a carriage stopped before Madame's door, and Tulee rushed in with the baby on her shoulder, exclaiming, ”_Nous voici_!”
while Mr. Duroy was helping Rosa to alight. Then such huggings and kissings, such showers of French from Madame, and of mingled French and Italian from the Signor, while Tulee stood by, throwing up her hand, and exclaiming, ”Bless the Lord! bless the Lord!” The parrot listened with ear upturned, and a lump of sugar in her claw, then overtopped all their voices with the cry of ”_Bon jour, Rosabella! je suis enchantee_.”