Part 10 (2/2)

CHAPTER XXI.

The prison at the county-town stands high up on the mountain; the sound of the bells in the village on the plateau reaches it from far away.

Landolin knew they were tolling for a funeral. He thought of home, where they were burying Vetturi. He tried to imagine all that was pa.s.sing, but he could not.

Round Cus.h.i.+on-Kate's little house stood a crowd of people, mostly women, for their husbands did not think it worth while to lose a day's work for an insignificant person like Vetturi.

The district physician left the house, followed by the bailiff and the clerk of the borough, who put on his hat as he came out of doors. Then came the pastor. The sobs and weeping became louder and louder, and almost drowned the tolling of the bells.

The procession was formed. Cus.h.i.+on-Kate followed the bier with her red kerchief tied under her chin, and pulled far down over her forehead, so that her face could scarcely be seen; and reaching from her shoulders to her feet hung the large black woolen cloak which the borough furnished to mourners. Her eyes were fastened on the ground as she walked.

As the procession pa.s.sed Landolin's house, she shook her bony fist toward it, from under the black cloak.

The house was closed. No window was thrown open.

Anton, who walked in the procession next to the village clerk, could not see that Thoma joined the last persons of the little train, and knelt in the churchyard, hidden by a hedge.

The pastor spoke a few touching words of comfort. He exhorted the poor bereaved mother to bear no malice in her soul--to leave punishment to G.o.d. He repeated that he who thinks of revenge and retaliation does more harm to his own soul than to him whom he seeks to punish.

Cus.h.i.+on-Kate's moans changed to rebellious mutterings. But almost as many eyes rested upon Anton as upon Cus.h.i.+on-Kate herself; and overcome by his emotion, he suddenly burst into loud weeping.

The procession broke up, and the people scattered in different directions. Anton started away. He walked slowly, as though undecided what to do; and then turning as with a sudden presentiment, he saw Thoma, who was rising from her knees. She stood still. She seemed to be embarra.s.sed at his seeing her. He turned back, and holding out his hand, said,--

”One must not say good day, in the churchyard; or perhaps you do not share the superst.i.tion?”

She neither answered, nor gave him her hand.

”May I walk with you? See, they are looking at us. Be calm!”

She walked by his side without raising her eyes.

”I'm waiting patiently for you to speak,” said Anton in a low tone.

She looked into his face with her great eyes, but their glance was changed.

”Is your father here?” she asked at length; her voice too was changed.

”No, he is at home,” replied Anton. ”Shall he come and see you?”

She shook her head silently, and Anton continued:

”Unfortunately your father quarreled with every one yesterday; with the one-armed man, and with my father. He thought your father had already returned from town, and so he did not come now. Your father must make the first visit.”

Thoma cast a bitter, wounded glance at Anton, who said in a soothing tone, almost gaily indeed, that Thoma's father had been so fierce with all the world because he had had to give up his daughter. A sad smile pa.s.sed over Thoma's face.

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