Part 25 (1/2)
”Not to this Sligo man, I hope,” said I, though I knew that we were in deep waters.
The wise man and the nurse came out on the 10.30 train, the nurse bringing comfort and aid, but the physician neither. After thoroughly examining the patient, he simply confirmed our fears.
”Serious disease to overcome, and only scant vital forces; no reasonable ground for hope.”
Sir Tom gave me a smile as I entered the room after parting from the specialist.
”I've discounted the verdict,” said he, ”and the foreman needn't draw such a long face. I've had my fling, like a true Irishman, and I'm ready to pay the bill. I won't have to come back for anything, Williams; there's nothing due me; but I must look sharp for William and the old girl in the kitchen,--faithful souls,--for they will be strangers in a strange land. Will you send for a lawyer?”
The lawyer came, and a codicil to Sir Thomas's will made the servants comfortable for life. All that day and the following night we hung around the sick bed, hoping for the favorable change that never came. On the morning of the 17th it was evident that he would not live to see the sun go down. We had kept all friends away from the sick chamber; but now, at his request, Polly, Jane, and Laura were summoned, and they came, with blanched faces and tearful eyes, to kiss the brow and hold the hands of this dear man. He smiled with contentment on the group, and said:--
”Me friends have made such a heaven of this earth that perhaps I have had me full share.”
”Sir Tom,” said I, ”shall I send for a priest?”
”A priest! What could I do with a priest? Me forebears were on the Orange side of Boyne Water, and we have never changed color.”
”Would you like to see a clergyman?”
”No, no; just the grip of a friend's hand and these angels around me.
Asking pardon is not me long suit, Williams, but perhaps the time has come for me to play it. If the good G.o.d will be kind to me I will thank Him, as a gentleman should, and I will take no advantage of His kindness; but if He cannot see His way clear to do that, I will take what is coming.”
”Dear Sir Tom,” said Jane, with streaming eyes, ”G.o.d cannot be hard with you, who have been so good to every one.”
”If there's little harm in me life, there's but scant good, too; I can't find much credit. Me good angel has had an easy time of it, more's the pity; but Janie, if you love me, Le Bon Dieu will not be hard on me. He cannot be severe with a poor Irishman who never stacked the cards, pulled a race, or turned his back on a friend, and who is loved by an angel.”
I asked Sir Tom what we should do for him after he had pa.s.sed away.
”It would be foine to sleep in the woods just back of Janie's forge, where I could hear the click of her hammer if the days get lonely; but there's a little castle, G.o.d save the mark, out from Sligo. Me forebears are there,--the lucky ones,--and me wish is to sleep with them; but I doubt it can be.”
”Indeed it can be, and it shall be, too,” said Polly. ”We will all go with you, Sir Tom, when June comes, and you shall sleep in your own ground with your own kin.”
”I don't deserve it, Mrs. Williams, indeed I don't, but I would lie easier there. That sod has known us for a thousand years, and it's the greenest, softest, kindest sod in all the world; but little I'll mind when the breath is gone. I'll not be asking that much of you.”
”My dear old chap, we won't lose sight of you until that green sod covers the stanchest heart that ever beat. Polly is right. We'll go with you to Sligo,--all of us,--Polly and Jane and Jack and I, and Kate and the babies, too, if we can get them. You shall not be lonesome.”
”Lonesome, is it? I'll be in the best of company. Me heart is at rest from this moment, and I'll wait patiently until I can show you Sligo.
This is a fine country, Mrs. Williams, and it has given me the truest friends in all the world, but the ground is sweet in Sligo.”
His breath came fainter and faster, and we could see that it would soon cease. After resting a few minutes, Sir Tom said:--
”Me lady Laura, do you mind that prayer song, the second verse?”
Laura's voice was sobbing and uncertain as it quavered:--