As soon as he had finished his recital2 she sent him to bed, and shortly afterwards she came and stood over him with a medicine bottle in her hand.
He asked no questions; and after quickly taking what she gave him, he kissed her hand, and closing his eyes, fell into a troubled sleep.
In the morning he seemed more cheerful, but he still acted like a boy in a dream; and the sergeant4 muttered, “That lad doesn’t hear more than half of what is said to him. He’s in a dead worry about this business of going away. Now I must have a few last words with the priest. Come out into the garden, mussoo, it’s[Pg 189] a fine morning;” and he took his guest out-of-doors.
“Now, look here, sir,” he said firmly, and he seized a button on the priest’s cassock, “this is your last day in Boston; and I want to tell you before you take that boy to France, that you’re to consider yourself as free as air to send him back at any time it suits you and him, for I guess his grand-uncle isn’t going to interfere5 much with him.”
The curé hardly understood a word of what the sergeant said, and the worthy6 man did not expect that he would. The sergeant had formulated7 a system about conversing8 with the curé. The first time he uttered sentences he rattled9 them off in any way just to accustom10 the foreigner to the sound of the words. The next time he repeated them slowly, the third time more slowly, and with a liberal illustration of gestures in order to make his meaning entirely11 plain.
Therefore, when the curé had heard a trio of these sentences, accompanied by a far-away fling of his host’s hand to denote France, a[Pg 190] nearer one for Boston, and a comprehensive sweep through the air to indicate freedom of action, he understood perfectly12, and nodded his acquiescence13 and approval of the plan.
“But I think he weel not return,” he said.
“You don’t know anything about it,” said the sergeant. “He is a queer lad; and like most young fellows, and some old ones, he does what you don’t think he will do, and what you think he will do, he won’t.”
“Pardon,” said the curé.
“I can’t make you see that,” said the sergeant decidedly, “because there isn’t any scope for gestures, so we’ll let it pass. Now, I want to tell you that I have a nest-egg, and my wife has expectations, or rather a surety from a rich aunt, so the boy wouldn’t suffer if he came back. We could educate him like a gentleman.”
“Eggs,” exclaimed the curé in delight as a familiar word broke upon his ear in the first utterance14 of a sentence. “Hens lay eggs.”
“Yes,” said the sergeant, “hens and eggs go together; but good gracious, you’ve got me off[Pg 191] the track, and if I go to explain my meaning to you, you’ll get all tangled15 up in a chicken-coop. Forget it, mussoo.”
“Forget eggs; no, I remembare,” said the curé reproachfully.
“I guess I’ll have to dispose of that,” said the sergeant desperately16. “What did I want to use the old expression for? Hens are useful creatures;” and to expedite matters he began to flap his arms and cluck, and then brought his hands near the ground to measure off the dimensions of a hen of respectable appearance.
“Eggs are good for eating,” said the curé amiably17.
“Yes, fine,” said the sergeant; and he drew a handful of silver from his pocket. “Do you see that?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Money—good stuff to have—well, I’ve a lot of it—heaps;” and he began to build an airy pyramid on the ground. “Savings, you know, and a little I had left me by my parents—enough to educate a boy.”
“Yes, I comprehend,” said the curé, delighted[Pg 192] beyond measure at his own keenness; “you sell eggs, you make money. One does it in France. One sells all things.”
“All right,” said the sergeant philosophically18. “Have me sell eggs or anything you like, the money is there, anyway, and the boy is welcome to it. Hello, here he is. Come here, lad, and dash this off to your protector. You are now in America, you start for France in a few hours; you may stay there six weeks, or six months, or six years, or all your life; but unless you hear from us that we have forgotten you or changed our minds, you’re at liberty to come here and live with us at any time. Do you understand that?”
“I do,” said Eugene; “and I thank you.”
While he was talking to the curé, the sergeant sighed heavily, and went sauntering down the walk to the gate, and out through it to the park. He was not as sanguine19 as his wife about Eugene’s reluctance20 to leave them, and he could not bear to remain at home on this the last day of his stay with them.
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When he returned for dinner in the middle of the day he exerted himself to be cheerful; but he disappeared immediately afterward3, and did not come back until late in the afternoon, in time to take Eugene and the priest to the train.
All day long Eugene had followed Mrs. Hardy about the house, waiting on her in a quiet and unobtrusive way, but saying very little. He did not understand her; but she understood him perfectly, and she saw that as yet there was no flagging in his resolve to go to France.
He wondered that this woman, who professed21 to love him so much and who cried so easily, had not yet, as far as he had known, shed a tear over his departure. She did not even break down when they reached the station, and saw before them the long line of cars on which he was to be whirled away from her.
Eugene shuddered22 at the sight, and clung convulsively to her hand. “Do you feel that you ought not to go?” she asked quietly.
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“No, no,” said the boy in a tortured voice. “I only feel it horrible to go; yet it is for the best, and it is duty. I shall come back some day.”
“Wife,” said the sergeant inexorably, “it is time for them to get on board the train. Good-by, son.”
“Good-by,” said Eugene, shaking hands with him; “you have been good to me. I thank you”—and here his voice failed him, and he groped blindly for Mrs. Hardy.
When he felt her arms around him, he whispered three words in her ear—the words she had longed to hear, and that he had never given her until now.
“I love you,” he breathed with his eager lips against her cheek; and then he added with a heartbroken sigh, “if I were not a beggar I should have stayed with you; but I am proud”—here he broke off, and without looking at her again, rushed into the car and took his seat.
The curé followed him slowly and cautiously, put in one of his capacious pockets the[Pg 195] checks and tickets that the sergeant handed to him; then the conductor shouted, the crowd of people stepped back, and the train moved off.
Eugene remained motionless and silent in his corner of the seat. He did not speak until they reached the Fall River station, and there he contented23 himself with monosyllabic replies to the curé’s remarks.
Upon arriving on the steamer the curé sauntered wonderingly about, taking in the details of the life on board this floating palace. He would want to describe it accurately24 upon reaching home, for he knew that the peasants of Chatillon-sur-Loir were capable of taking in accounts of greater wonders than these.
Eugene had gone immediately to bed. After an hour or two the curé followed him. Before turning into his berth25 for the night, he looked at the one above him. The boy lay with his arm over his face. Probably he had been asleep for some time.
Being tired, and having a mind at peace[Pg 196] with himself and the world, the priest slept soundly and happily until shortly after daybreak. Then he got up; and after gazing through his small window at the red ball of the sun, he raised his eyes to the upper berth where he supposed Eugene was still sleeping.
To his surprise and distress26 the lad was crouched27 in a corner, his limbs convulsed, his face rigid28, and his hands tightly clasped in the bedclothes.
“How now, little one—art thou having a fit?” exclaimed the priest in his own language. “Let me dash some water in thy face. Oh, this is pitiful!”
Eugene stretched out his hand in a forbidding way, but did not reply to him.
“Thou art having a spasm,” said the priest. “I am sure of it. Let me seek a doctor. Oh! what is the matter with thee?”
“It is that woman,” gasped30 Eugene. “Oh! I cannot endure it.”
“A woman!” repeated the priest, inspecting the narrow dimensions of their room in great amazement31; “there is no woman here.”
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“It is that woman yonder, monsieur le curé,” said Eugene respectfully, and yet with restrained anger; “there is but one woman that I consider—the one who has been so peerless for me. Oh! I wish to see her. I wish to see her;” and he flung himself about his berth in a paroxysm of regret and passion.
“Poor little one,” said the priest, “hast thou been suffering all through the long night?”
“I have not slept,” said Eugene miserably33. “I have sat up and thought of many things. I wish to go back. I cannot endure this.”
“I will be a mother to thee,” said the priest soothingly34; “and thou canst write to that good woman.”
“She will not care for letters,” exclaimed Eugene. “She wishes me, and I wish her. When I lie down at night she wishes me happy dreams. I did not know that I cared for it until last night when she was not here. I must go back to her. I shall go back;” and he surveyed his companion in open defiance35.
The priest was puzzled. “Dost thou desire to remain always in this country?” he said.
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“Yes,” Eugene returned with sudden coolness. “If that woman should die, possibly I might return to France. While she lives I will stay with her.”
“Thou art an obstinate36 child,” muttered the curé to himself, “and I believe thee. Neither the church nor the world restrains the de Vargas. They are unruly, like the wild boars.” Then he said aloud,—“What dost thou propose to do?”
“To return now,” cried Eugene, flinging up his head, “now, monsieur le curé. With your permission I will go back—I will say to her I am sorry for the disturbances37 I have made you. In future I shall try to be more peaceful.”
“My life will be less lively without thee,” observed the curé thoughtfully; “and were I alone concerned thou wouldst freely have my consent to remain, but thy grand-uncle”—
“Tell him,” said Eugene with bent38 brows and flashing eyes, “tell him that he has no authority over me. That I refuse the meagre sum that he would dole39 out to me. In this[Pg 199] country I will learn how to support myself; yet also tell him that since I love that woman I hate him less.”
“Thou art a fiery40 lad,” murmured the curé with resignation. “If thy grand-uncle were a de Vargas I would need to soften41 that message.”
“Have I your permission to return?” asked Eugene urgently.
“Thou hast. Of what use would it be to withhold42 it?” said the curé frankly43.
“Of no use,” replied the boy with a relieved gesture; “for this morning I find myself capable of running away. As soon as we arrive in New York I will leave you;” and a bright smile stole over his face.
The curé seized his black hat, and went for a stroll on the deck, where he was a few minutes later joined by a new Eugene,—a happy, contented boy, who seized his hand, and begged forgiveness for the determined44 manner in which he had just addressed him.
“Droll little lad,” said the priest, “I wonder what thy life will be? I say to thee as[Pg 200] that good man said yesterday, thou hast a friend in me away in France. My cottage door will always be open to thee.”
Eugene pressed one of the curé’s hands in both of his, while tears stood in his eyes. Then they went below to have breakfast; and while the boy was eating and drinking in a dainty, half-famished way, the curé cast frequent and curious glances at him. A transformation45 had certainly been effected in the lad. He was no longer buried in unhappy reserve. His face was glowing; and he looked often and fearlessly at his companion, and smiled, as if some of the affection that he felt for his adopted mother was shed upon every one that had come within the circle of her influence.
When they steamed into New York Harbor, the curé gazed about him in wonder and admiration46. Eugene, plunged47 in a delicious revery, took no notice of the lofty buildings, the crowded wharves48, and the maze32 of shipping49, but stood close to the curé, and stared directly in front of him in intense abstraction of mind.
Blessing50
The Curé slowly pronounced a Blessing.
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After they landed, they had several hours of tiresome51 quest,—first in search of the steamer that was to take the curé to Havre, then to find a railway station from which Eugene could be sent back to Boston. The dreamy boy and the foreign man were directed and informed, and redirected and reinformed; and some hours elapsed before the curé had deposited his bag on the steamer, and had finally and repeatedly been assured that the trains from the station in which he was then standing52 certainly did run to Boston, and certainly would carry the boy there as speedily as steam could take him.
“Go in, little one—into the carriage and take thy seat,” said the curé in an agony of excitement. “Oh! never did I see such a place as this city. My head spins; it is worse than Paris!”
“I will go in,” said Eugene; “but first your blessing, monsieur le curé; for I no longer hate the priesthood, and say if you will that you do not blame me.”
The curé suddenly became calm. An angelic smile overspread his face; and as Eugene[Pg 202] drew his cap from his head, the man laid his hands on his smooth dark hair, and slowly pronounced a blessing.
“Au nom de Dieu,” Eugene murmured after him; then he flung himself in the curé’s arms, and embraced him heartily53.
“We shall meet again, little one,” said the curé, “we shall meet again;” and the last object that the boy’s eyes rested on as his train pulled slowly out of the station was the tall black figure of the priest standing a little back from the crowd, his black hat in his hand, his finger pointing solemnly upward from the noise and babel of the city.
Eugene sat very quiet and still in his seat. His heart was sore at the parting from the curé, which was like the snapping of the last link that bound him to his native land; and yet it was singing like a bird at the prospect54 of his speedy reunion with his foster-parents. He closed his happy eyes; and in a very few minutes he had fallen sound asleep, with a smile on his face that made every passer-by look at him in amusement.
[Pg 203]
The curé knew that Eugene, who had at different times in his life spent many months in Paris, would be quite able to look out for himself on reaching the city that had been his home for so many months. He would have been more convinced of this had he seen the adroit55 way in which the boy slipped between the throng56 of people when he reached Boston. He took a short cut to the street corner where he would find a car, and in a very short time his eye singled out the desired one from a number that were approaching. He sprang on it, and was borne swiftly away from the streets toward the large park which had become the dearest spot on earth to him.
Soon he saw against the western sky the tall straight poplars of the Boylston-street entrance; and springing from the car as it stopped on a corner, he ran, for he was too much agitated57 to walk, in the direction of the cottage.
“Ah, that woman, that woman,” he kept repeating to himself; “but she will be glad to see me.”
Though it was quite dark, there were no lights in the windows.
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“She is absent,” he said; “but I will not grieve, for she will return.”
He hurried up the garden-path, and tried to turn the handle of the front door. “Ah, it is locked—the back one also, I suppose;” and he trotted58 cheerfully to the rear of the house.
“They are away,” he said, when he found he could not gain entrance there; “and some boys would be afraid. I shall not be;” and he lifted his face up proudly to the overcast59 sky, “not even if they stay all night. I will look into my charming room;” and he shaded his eyes with his hands, and peered into one of the back rooms on the ground floor. Then he tried to raise the window with his hand. “Why, it is open,” he said delightedly; “I can get in. Why did that woman leave open this window?”
Eugene crawled in, and walked through the house seeking matches, and lighting60 the gas everywhere he went to make the rooms cheerful for the return of the sergeant and his wife. However, they did not appear, though seven o’clock came, then eight, and finally[Pg 205] nine. Only the two cats came home, springing in through the open window, and greeting him with demure61 expressions of pleasure.
The boy fed and caressed62 them; and then, followed by the pair who were in a state of silent satisfaction, he sat down by his window, and resting his elbows on the window-sill, looked out across the garden into the street. It was very quiet. The Hardys had no near neighbors, and only at rare intervals63 did anyone pass, yet Eugene was not afraid.
“I am happy—happy,” he murmured, pressing his face against the tortoiseshell fur of one of the cats. “I cannot be lonely unless she stays a long, long time. Probably they are to remain all night. It must be a visit to the aunt. Come in, pussy64. I must close the window, for it is cold.”
The cat, however, did not wish him to close it. With symptoms of great excitement she rubbed herself back and forth65 against his arms, and acted as if she were trying to attract his attention to the other cat, who had sprung boldly out on one of the flower-beds.
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Eugene placed one hand on the window-sill, and jumped out after her. “What is the matter, Dodo?” he said.
The night was very dark, and it had begun to rain. The electric light, however, shone on this part of the garden, and he could see a small dark creature moving slowly along the fence.
“That must be one of the park cats,” said Eugene—“not the king, for there is no white on it. Why, it is his chum. What are you doing here, Squirrel, and why do you move so slowly?”
With a sharp almost human cry of pain, the little dark animal dropped from the fence to the ground.
“What is wrong with you?” said Eugene as he walked along beside him.
The cat paused an instant to give him a look of recognition, then, with a piteous mew, continued his journey to the house. On reaching Eugene’s window the animal lifted his head beseechingly66.
“Thou wishest to go in, small park cat,[Pg 207]” said Eugene, dropping into French; “well, spring for it. I permit thee, though it is late for a call.”
The cat gathered his limbs together, and, with something between a mew of gratitude67 and a wail68 of pain, managed to attain69 to the window-ledge.
“Why, thou art bleeding,” said Eugene in dismay, as he noticed red drops on the light wood. “Unfortunate animal, have the dogs been at thee?” and he hurried in after the cat, and bent over him as he lay on the floor exhausted70 by his journey to the house.
The cat did not resent the touch of his gentle fingers; and Eugene soon discovered the extent of his injuries, and made a bandage to hold together the torn skin. Immediately, however, on being released, Squirrel signified his wish to leave the room. Eugene opened the door, and followed him out through the hall to Mrs. Hardy’s room.
“Is not this devotion!” exclaimed the boy, throwing out his hands with a gesture of admiration. “Sick and wounded, and apparently[Pg 208] about to die, the faithful creature would be in the home of his mistress. Poor pussy, I compassionate71 thee;” and slipping off his jacket the boy laid it on the bed, and lifted the cat on it.
“Thy mistress is away. I do not know when she will return,” he said, leaning over the suffering creature, and speaking in exquisitely72 soft and sympathetic tones; “but if she were here she would stroke thy mangled73 fur, and say kindly74, ‘Courage, little cat, thy sufferings will soon be over;’ and for her sake I put my hand on thy head, and I will sit by thee till thou art no more. Perhaps, though, thou wouldst like some milk;” and he ran quickly to the kitchen, and brought back some cream in a saucer.
The dying cat refused to take it; so the boy smeared75 some on his lips, and then continued his compassionate sentences. Occasionally, in response to his remarks to the effect that death overtakes all, that there is but one lot for king, pauper76, or dumb beast, the animal would return a plaintive77 mew. At last the[Pg 209] unfortunate Squirrel’s sufferings were over. He gave one gasp29, like a dying child, then lay quite still.
“I cannot cry, little cat,” said Eugene softly, wrapping the coat around him, and tiptoeing his way back to his room; “but I, nevertheless, grieve for thee. Now what is to be done? That dear woman evidently does not return to-night;” and he shivered, and glanced over his shoulder. “I am not afraid, and yet the house is desolate78.”
For some time he stood with his head on his breast, then he raised it with a sudden air of decision. “I will go to see the king. He, too, will be sorrowing on account of the absence of his friend.”
He buttoned round him a warm overcoat, put out the light in his room, and shut in it the two old cats who had been mewing dismally79 about him ever since their suffering comrade had arrived. Then, carrying the body of the unlucky Squirrel in his arms, he wended his way to the park.
King Boozy was watching, and not sleeping.[Pg 210] All through the evening he had been wandering to and fro under the trees, awaiting the arrival of the absent Squirrel before he could go to sleep. On account of the darkness and rain of the night not many persons passed through the park; and of those who took the walk under the poplars not one suspected the eager scrutiny80 of the pair of eyes belonging to the little animal crouching81 beneath the leaves—not one but Eugene. He knew that the cat was there, and whistled softly to him.
The king was at his side in an instant, and there was no need for Eugene to tell him what had happened. He knew at once, and in dumb sorrow trotted beside the boy to his home in the underbrush.
“There he is, Boozy,” said Eugene, laying the cat carefully on the ground, and spreading open the coat. “I thought it better for thee to know. Thou wilt82 not cry? No, that is a good, sensible cat.”
The king crept close to his dead friend, and examined him closely and affectionately, pausing[Pg 211] every few minutes to look up at Eugene as if to say, “Will he not revive?”
The boy bent over him in the darkness. “No, Boozy,” he said, “thou canst not bring him back. Poor little cat, he has lived his day, and dogs or cruel boys have killed him. And now I must return to the house, for it is chilly83 here, but first I must tell thee something;” and he caught the creature to him in a tumult84 of affection. “Listen, till I tell thee that I have been away, and that I have come back a new boy. I do not know what has caused the change in me; but my heart feels no longer hard and cold, but soft, quite soft, like thy fur. I do not believe all that these grown people tell me; but I believe many things, and I think that having lived longer they may know a little more than I do. I must be patient and learn; and that woman, that woman—I love her, and she shall be my mother! Ah, Boozy,” and the boy sprang to his feet, and lifted his cap reverently85 from his head, “I shall be a son to her. I shall stay in this new, free country as long as she lives.[Pg 212] She says that I must not hate England, and I will not hate it. She says that I must endure the republic in France, and I will do that. If she will guide me I will follow her, now that I know that women are good and do not deceive. My beloved grandfather did not understand. He did not know the sergeant’s wife. Au revoir, little cat: I must go back to the house lest she possibly arrive and find me absent. Wilt thou come with me?”
No, the cat did not wish to accompany him. Upon being released from Eugene’s arms he crept to the coat, and the last glimpse that the boy had of him as he reluctantly went away was of the king sitting in dignified86 sorrow beside the body of his friend.
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