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the daisy chain, or aspirations-第177部分
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They could not follow her into the valley of the shadow of death; but
could only watch the frail earthly prison…house being broken down; as
if the doom of sin must be borne; though faith could trust that it
was but her full share in the Cross。 Calmly did those days pass。
Ethel; Richard; and Mary divided between them the watching and the
household cares; and their father bore up bravely in the fullness of
his love and faith; resigning her daughter to the Hands which were
bearing her whither her joys had long since departed。
Hector Ernescliffe arrived when the holidays began; and his agony of
sorrow; when she failed to recognise him; moved Dr。 May to exert
himself earnestly for his consolation; and; at the same time; Tom; in
a gentle; almost humble manner; paid a sort of daughter…like
attention to the smallest services for his father; as if already
accepting him as his especial charge。
It was midnight; on the longest night of the year; Ethel was lying on
her bed; and had fallen into a brief slumber; when her father's low;
clear voice summoned her: 〃Ethel; she is going!〃
There was a change on the face; and the breath came in labouring
gasps。 Richard lifted her head; and her eyes once more opened; she
smiled once more。
〃Papa!〃 she said; 〃dear papa!〃
He threw himself on his knees beside her; but she looked beyond him;
〃Mamma! Alan! oh; there they are! More! more!〃 and; as though the
unspeakable dawned on her; she gasped for utterance; then looked;
with a consoling smile; on her father。 〃Over now!〃 she saidand the
last struggle was ended。 That which Richard laid down was no longer
Margaret May。
Over now! The twenty…five years' life; the seven years' captivity on
her couch; the anxious headship of the motherless household; the
hopeless betrothal; the long suspense; the efforts for resignation;
the widowed affections; the slow decay; the tardy; painful death
agonyall was over; nothing left; save what they had rendered the
undying spirit; and the impress her example had left on those around
her。
The long continuance of the last suffering had softened the actual
parting; and it was with thankfulness for the cessation of her pain
that they turned away; and bade each other good…night。
Ethel would not have believed that her first wakening to the
knowledge that Margaret was gone could have been more fraught with
relief than with misery。 And; for her father; it seemed as if it
were a home…like; comfortable thought to him; that her mother had one
of her children with her。 He called her the first link of his Daisy
Chain drawn up out of sight; and; during the quiet days that ensued;
he seemed as it were to be lifted above grief; dwelling upon hope。
His calmness impressed the same on his children; as they moved about
in the solemn stillness of the house; and when Harry; pale; and
shocked at the blow to him so sudden; came home; the grave silence
soothed his violence of grief; and he sat beside his; father or Mary;
speaking in undertones of what Margaret had loved to hear from him;
of Alan Ernescliffe's last moments。
Mary gave way to a burst of weeping when she sought; in vain; for
daisies in the wintry garden; but Hector Ernescliffe went down to the
cloisters; and brought back the lingering blossoms to be placed on
Margaret's bosom。
The dog Toby had followed him; unseen; to the cloister; and he was
entering the garden; when he was struck by seeing the animal
bounding; in irrepressible ecstasy; round a lad; whose tarpaulin hat;
blue…bordered collar; and dark blue dress; showed him to be a sailor;
as well as the broad…shouldered; grizzled; elderly man; who stood
beside him。
〃I say; sir;〃 said the latter; as Hector's hand was on the door; 〃do
you belong to Dr。 May?〃
Hector unhesitatingly answered that he did。
〃Then; maybe; sir; you have heard of one Bill Jennings。〃
Hector was all in one flush; almost choking; as he told that he was
Mr。 Ernescliffe's brother; and gave his hand to the sailor。 〃What
could he do for him?〃
Jennings had heard from one of the crew of the Bucephalus that Mr。
May had been met; on his return to Portsmouth; by the news of his
sister's death。 The Mays had helped his boy; he had been with Mr。
May in the island; he had laid Mr。 Ernescliffe in his grave; and some
notion had crossed the sailor that he must be at Miss Margaret's
funeralit might be they would let him lend a handand; in this
expedition; he was spending his time on shore。
How he was welcomed need not be told; nor how the tears came forth
from full hearts; as Dr。 May granted his wish; and thanked him for
doing what Margaret herself would indeed have chosen; and; in his
blue sailor garb; was Jennings added to the bearers; their own men;
and two Cocksmoor labourers; who; early on Christmas Eve; carried her
to the minster。 Last time she had been there; Alan Ernescliffe had
supported her。 Now; what was mortal of him lay beneath the palm
tree; beneath the glowing summer sky; while the first snow…flakes
hung like pearls on her pall。 But as they laid her by her mother's
side; who could doubt that they were together?
CHAPTER XXVI。
At length I got unto the gladsome hill;
Where lay my hope;
Where lay my heart; and; climbing still;
When I had gained the brow and top;
A lake of brackish waters on the ground;
Was all I found。
GEORGE HERBERT。
Late in the evening of the same snowy 24th of December; a little
daughter awoke to life at Abbotstoke Grange; and; not long after;
Mrs。 Arnott came to summon Dr May from the anxious vigil in the
sitting…room。 〃Come and see if you can do anything to soothe her;〃
she said; with much alarm。 〃The first sight of the baby has put her
into such a state of agitation; that we do not know what to do with
her。〃
It was so; when he came to her bedside; that fixed stony look of
despair was gone; the source of tears; so long dried up; had opened
again; and there she lay; weeping quietly indeed; but profusely; and
with deep heaving sobs。 To speak; or to leave her alone; seemed
equally perilous; but he chose the firsthe kissed and blessed her;
and gave her joy。 She looked up at him as if his blessing once more
brought peace; and said faintly; 〃Now it is pardonnow I can die!〃
〃The cloud is gone! Thanks for that above all! said。 Dr。 May
fervently。 〃Now; my dear; rest in thankful gladnessyou are too
weak to talk or think。〃
〃I am weakI am tired of it all;〃 said Flora。 〃I am glad to be
going while I am so happythere are Margaretmy own darlingrest
peace〃
〃You are not going; dearest;〃 said her father; 〃at least; I trust
not; if you will not give way; here is a darling given to you;
instead of the first; who needs you more。〃
He would have taken the infant from the nurse and held her to her
mother; but; recollecting how little Leonora had drawn her last
breath in his arms; he feared the association; and signed to Mrs。
Arnott to show her the child; but she seemed as yet only able to feel
that it was not Leonora; and the long sealed…up grief would have its
way。 The tears burst out again。 〃Tell Ethel she will be the best
mother to her。 Name her Margaretmake her a Daisy of your own
don't call her after me;〃 she said; with such passionate caresses;
that Mrs。 Arnott was glad to take the babe away。
Dr。 May's next expedient was to speak to her of her husband; who
needed her more than all; and to call him in。 There seemed to be
something tranquillising in his wistful manner of repeating; 〃Don't
cry; Flora;〃 and she was at last reduced; by her extreme exhaustion;
to stillness; but there were still many fears for her。
Dr。 May's prediction was accomplishedthat she would suffer for
having over…exerted herself。 Her constitution had been severely
tried by the grief and despondency that she had so long endured in
silence; and the fresh sorrow for her favourite sister coming at such
a crisis。 There was a weariness of life; and an unwillingness to
resume her ordinary routine; that made her almost welcome her
weakness and sinking; and now that the black terror had cleared away
from the future; she seemed to long to follow Margaret at once; and
to yearn after her lost child; while appeals to the affection that
surrounded her often seemed to oppress her; as if there were nothing
but weariness and toil in store。
The state of her mind made her father very anxious; though it was but
too well accounted for。 Poor Flora had voluntarily assumed the
trammels that galled her; worldly motives had prompted her marriage;
and though she faithfully loved her husband; he was a heavy weight on
her hands; and she had made it more onerous by thrusting him into a
position for which he was not calculated; and inspiring him with a
self…consequence that would not recede from it。 The shock of her
child's death had taken away the zest and energy which had rejoiced
in her chosen way of life; and opened her eyes to see what Master she
had been serving; and the perception of the hollowness of all that
had been apparently good in her; had filled her with remorse and
despair。 Her sufferings had been the more bitter because she had not
parted wi
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