Part 46 (1/2)

”Yes, and Lizzie, with little Bobby.”

”And he?”

”Who?”

”Charles.”

”No, Mother, but he is at Rosedale, well and hopeful. You know some one is needed there to take care of the place and servants. But Pearl is below stairs and will be here to see you after dinner.”

The good things on the small table, however, remained untouched, for the once proud mistress of Rosedale was silently watching the curtain, that had fallen around her world, slowly move one side, as the panorama of the past came laggardly to view. Lillian watched the changing expression on the thin face with interest, unwilling to interrupt the ebbing emotions she was sure were casting their flitting shadows upon it. Not until the sound of feet coming along the hall, and then halting before the door, was a word spoken. ”Mother; Pearl has come,” and, without permission, Lillian arose and opened the door.

”Just as I left you”; he exclaimed, cheerfully, stepping to the side of the invalid's chair. ”Surely you have not been sitting here all the time?”

She did not move or look at him.

”It is too bad to stay in this one room so long, and to-day we will have a change. In an hour, Lillian, there will be a carriage at the door, and we will take Mother to another room, where she will not be obliged to look upon the same wall of brick and stone always.”

She started, and her gaze rested on the manly face so near her own.

”Not a word,” he responded, playfully, placing his hand over her mouth, ”I am going to show you one of the brightest rainbows that has ever spanned your blue sky of life. All the brighter, dear Mother, for the dark clouds behind it. You are looking much better than when I went away; and that scarlet shawl gives quite a healthy glow to your cheeks.

How happy we shall be! In a few months my army life will come to an end; then I will throw up my commission and be one among you, and let Rosedale go to its rightful owner,--we can be happier without it.”

”Charles?” said the feeble voice.

”Shall be where his mother can enjoy him. In an hour, remember, we will go. Wrap warmly, for it is cold outside”; and, without another word, Colonel Hamilton left the room.

”Now, Mother, you must eat something, for you will want strength for your ride.”

She obeyed, and, without speaking, did good justice to the ample meal.

The firm will of a strong controlling mind had conquered, and Mrs.

Belmont submitted to every suggestion without an opposing gesture.

The servants, immediately after dinner, were taken to their new quarters, with Lily as their mistress, and then the Colonel returned in the carriage for his wife and mother. He found her warmly cloaked and shawled, but every nerve trembled as one s.h.i.+vering with ague. Not apparently noticing it, he said, merrily, ”How the boys in blue would envy me,” and he placed his arm around the shrinking form to aid the timid feet down the long flight of stairs. ”To be a lady's gallant is a luxury not often indulged in by us poor soldiers. The air is delicious out of doors; it will give you new life and strength. There now, you are all right, safe on terra firma!” And slowly he led her on.

Mechanically she moved through the hall to the outer door, down the marble steps, and was lifted into the carriage with many a lively sally from Lillian, who followed full of wonder. As carefully was she a.s.sisted out again on arriving at her destination; and entering the splendid drawing-room looked wildly about her.

”Right here, Mother, in this easy chair”; and her tender escort seated her near the register.

”Jus' you let me do dis”; calmly said Vina, coming up to her once stately mistress, and she began removing her wrappings. ”Dar's no use ob dese old hands forgettin' how. And Missus, I'se mighty glad de good Lord sent 'way down to Georgy after this ere gal, 'cause He knowed dar was no one like old Vina could do for de missus.”

All the time the faithful hands were at work, while the brightening eyes of the invalid were scanning the kindly face of the old slave.

When all wraps were removed and pa.s.sed to Lizzy to take from the room, she took her thin white hand in her dusky palm, and, kneeling by the chair, said plaintively; ”Bress de Lord! Let ebery body bress Him, for He is good! O Missus! Vina's heart is big, 'cause it's so glad! Bress de Lord!”

The other white hand was lifted slowly and placed on the bowed head of the negress as the pale lips muttered, ”Bless the Lord! Pray, pray!”

”Glory!” and the old servant sprang to her feet.

”De angels will clap dar hands wid joy! Missus is goin' to de mansions by-and-by!”