Part 46 (2/2)
”I knew that my mother had a sister, and that there had been some disgrace. My father never spoke of it, and my mother died when I was very young; but in some way--as children do--I came to know.”
”I thought you might know more, but it does not matter now. My father was that common soldier, and the disgrace did not lie in her marrying him.
Before the marriage--I have a copy here of the entry in the register--a child was born. Yes, stare at me well, Cousin Hester, stare at me, your cousin, though born in b.a.s.t.a.r.dy!”
His eyes seemed to force her backward, and she leaned back, clasping the arms of her chair.
”I learnt this a short while before my father died. I had only his word for it--he gave me no particulars; but I have hunted them up, and he told me the truth. Knowing them, I concealed them for the sake of the child that was drowned to-day; otherwise, the estate being entailed, his inheritance would have pa.s.sed to Clem, and he and I were interlopers.
Are you one of those who believe that G.o.d has punished me by drowning my son? You have better grounds than the rest for believing it.”
”No,” said Hester, after a long pause, remembering what thoughts had been in her mind as she crossed the ferry.
”Why not?”
”The child had done no evil. G.o.d is just, or G.o.d does not exist. He must have had some other purpose than to punish you.”
”You are right. He may have used that purpose to afflict me yet the more--though I don't believe it; but my true punishment--my worse punishment--began long before. Cousin, cousin, you see clearly!
How often might you have helped me during these months I have been in h.e.l.l! Can you think how a man feels who is afraid of himself?
No, you cannot; but I say to you there is no worse h.e.l.l, and through that h.e.l.l I have been walking since the day I went near to killing Clem.
You saved me that once, and then you turned and left me. I wanted you-- no, not to marry me! When a man fears himself he thinks no more of affection. I wanted you, I craved for you, to save me--to save me again and again, and as often as the madness mastered me. A word from you would have made me docile as a child. I should have done you no hurt.
On your walks and about your lodging at night I have dogged you for that word, afraid to show myself, afraid to knock and demand it. By this time I had discovered you were my cousin. 'Blood is thicker than water'--over and over I told myself this. 'Sooner or later,' I said, 'the voice in our blood will whisper to her, and she will turn and help my need.' But you never turned, and why? Because you were in love, and if fear is selfish, love is selfish too!”
He paused for breath, eyeing her with a gloomy, bitter smile.
”Oh, there's no harm in my knowing your secret,” he went on. ”I'm past hating Tom Trevarthen, and past all jealousy. All I ever asked was that he should spare you to help me--a cup of cold water for a tongue in h.e.l.l; I didn't want your love. But that's where the selfishness of love comes in. It can't spare even what it doesn't need for itself. It wants the whole world to be happy; but when the unhappy cry to it, it doesn't hear.”
Hester stood up, her eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g. ”You are right,” she said, ”I did not hear. I never guessed at all. Tell me now that I can help.”
”It is too late,” he answered. ”I no longer want your help.”
”Surely to-day, if ever, you need your neighbours' pity and their prayers?”
He laughed aloud. ”That shows how little you understand! You and my precious neighbours think of me as brooding here, mourning for my lost boy. I tell you I am glad--yes, glad! _This_ is no part of G.o.d's punishment! It was the future I feared: He has taken it from me.
I can suffer at ease now, knowing the end. See now, I have confessed to you the wrong I did that blind child, and the confession has eased me.
I could not have confessed it yesterday--the burden of living grows lighter, you perceive. I don't repent; it doesn't seem to me that I have any use for repentance. If what I have done deserves punishment in another world, I must suffer it; but I know it cannot be half what I have suffered of late. No, cousin, I need you no longer. There is no sting to rankle, now that hope--hope for my boy--has gone. I can rest quiet now, with my own d.a.m.nation.”
She put out a hand, protesting, but he turned from her--they were standing face to face--and opening the door, stood aside to let her pa.s.s.
”I thank you for coming,” he said gravely. ”What I have told you--about the inheritance, I mean--will be no secret after the next few days.”
She halted and looked at him inquiringly. ”It will be a secret safe with me,” she said. Her eyes still searched his.
For the second time he laughed. ”The children will be home in a few days; I wait here till then. That is all I meant.”
In the dusk by the ferry-slip old Daddo stood ready to push off.
Hester was the only pa.s.senger, for it was Sat.u.r.day, and on Sat.u.r.days, at this hour, all the traffic flowed away from the town, returning from market to the country.
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