“I have been visiting poor Mrs Leven,” he said to Mrs Roby, sitting down beside her, “and I fear she is a good deal worse to-night. That kind little woman, Netta White, has agreed to sit by her. I’m sorry that I shall be obliged to leave her at such a critical stage of her illness, but I am obliged to go abroad for some time.”
“Goin’ abroad, sir!” exclaimed Mrs Roby in surprise, for the Captain had not yet told her that Lawrence was to be of the party, although he had mentioned about himself and Gillie White.
“Yes, I’m going with Mrs Stoutley’s family for some weeks to Switzerland.”
Captain Wopper felt that his share in the arrangements was in danger of being found out. He therefore boldly took the lead.
“Ah! I know all about that, sir.”
“Indeed?” said Lawrence.
“Yes, I dined the other day with Mrs Stoutley; she asked me also to be of the party, and I’m going.”
Lawrence again exclaimed, “Indeed!” with increasing surprise, and added, “Well, now, that is a strange coincidence.”
“Well, d’ee know,” said the Captain, in an argumentative tone, “it don’t seem to me much of a coincidence. You know she had to git some one to go with her son, and why not you, sir, as well as any of the other young sawbones in London? If she hadn’t got you she’d have got another, and that would have been a coincidence to him, d’ee see? Then, as to me, it wasn’t unnatural2 that she should take a fancy to the man that nussed her dyin’ husband, an’ was chum to her brother-in-law; so, you see, that’s how it came about and I’m very glad to find, sir, that we are to sail in company for a short time.”
Lawrence returned this compliment heartily3, and was about to make some further remark, when little Netta White rushed into the room with a frightened look and pale cheeks, exclaiming, “Oh, Dr Lawrence, sir, she’s very ill. I think she’s dying.”
Without waiting for a reply, the child ran out of the room followed by Lawrence and Mrs Roby, who was assisted by the Captain—for she walked with great difficulty even when aided by her crutches4. In a few seconds they stood beside Mrs Leven’s bed. It was a lowly bed, with scant5 and threadbare coverings, and she who lay on it was of a lowly spirit—one who for many years had laid her head on the bosom6 of Jesus, and had found Him, through a long course of poverty and mental distress7, “a very present help in trouble.”
“I fear that I’m very ill,” she said, faintly.
“No doubt you feel rather low just now,” said the doctor, “but that is very much owing to your having lived so long on insufficient8 diet. I will give you something, however, which will soon pull you up a bit. Come, cheer up. Don’t let your spirits get so low.”
“Yes,” she murmured, “I am brought very low, but the Lord will lift me up. He is my strength and my Redeemer.”
She clasped her hands with difficulty, and shut her eyes.
A silence followed, during which Captain Wopper drew Lawrence into the passage.
“D’you think she is near her end, doctor?”
“She looks very like it,” replied the doctor. “There is a possibility that she might recover if the right medicine could be found, namely, ease of mind; but her dissipated son has robbed her of that, and is the only one who can give it back to her—if indeed he has the power left now. She is dying of what is unprofessionally styled a broken heart. It is unfortunate that her son is not with her at present.”
“Does no one know where to find him?” asked the Captain.
“I fear not,” replied the doctor.
“Please, sir, I think I know,” said a subdued9 voice behind them.
It was that of Gillie White, who had drawn10 near very silently, being overawed by the sad scene in the sick-room.
“Do you, my lad? then get along as fast as you can and show me the way,” said the Captain, buttoning up his pilot-coat. “I’ll bring him here before long, doctor, if he’s to be found.”
In a few minutes the Captain and Gillie were at the head of the lane, where the former hailed a passing cab, bade the boy jump in, and followed him.
“Now, my lad, give the address,” said the Captain.
“The Strand,” said the boy, promptly11.
“What number, sir?” asked the cabman, looking at the Captain.
“Right on till I stop you,” said Gillie, with the air of a commander-in-chief—whom in some faint manner he now resembled, for he was in livery, being clothed in blue tights and brass12 buttons.
In a short time Gillie gave the order to pull up, and they got out in front of a brilliantly-lighted and open door with a lamp above it, on which was written the word Billiards13. The Captain observed that it was the same door as that at which he had parted from Lewis Stoutley some days before.
Dismissing the cab and entering, they quickly found themselves in a large and well-lighted billiard-room, which was crowded with men of all ages and aspects, some of whom played, others looked on and betted, a good many drank brandy and water, and nearly all smoked. It was a bright scene of dissipation, where many young men, deceiving themselves with the idea that they went merely to practise or to enjoy a noble game of skill, were taking their first steps on the road to ruin.
The Captain, closely attended by Gillie, moved slowly through the room, looking anxiously for Fred Leven. For some time they failed to find him. At last a loud curse, uttered in the midst of a knot of on-lookers, attracted their attention. It was followed by a general laugh, as a young man, whose dishevelled hair and flushed face showed that he had been drinking hard, burst from among them and staggered towards the door.
“Never mind, Fred,” shouted a voice that seemed familiar to the Captain, “you’ll win it back from me next time.”
Ere the youth had passed, the Captain stepped forward and laid his hand on his arm.
Fred uttered a savage14 growl15, and drew back his clenched16 hand as if to strike, but Captain Wopper’s size and calm look of decision induced him to hold his hand.
“What d’you mean by interrupting me?” he demanded, sternly.
“My lad,” said the Captain, in a low, solemn voice, “your mother is dying, come with me. You’ve no time to lose.”
The youth’s face turned ashy pale, and he passed his hand hastily across his brow.
“What’s wrong?” exclaimed Lewis Stoutley, who had recognised the Captain, and come forward at the moment.
“Did he lose his money to you?” asked the Captain, abruptly17.
“Well, yes, he did,” retorted Lewis, with a look of offended dignity.
“Come along, then, my lad. I want you too. It’s a case of life an’ death. Ask no questions, but come along.”
The Captain said this with such an air of authority, that Lewis felt constrained18 to obey. Fred Leven seemed to follow like one in a dream. They all got into a cab, and were driven back to Grubb’s Court.
As they ascended19 the stair, the Captain whispered to Lewis, “Keep in the background, my lad. Do nothing but look and listen.”
Another moment and they were in the passage, where Lawrence stopped them.
“You’re almost too late, sir,” he said to Fred, sternly. “If you had fed and clothed your mother better in time past, she might have got over this. Fortunately for her, poor soul, some people, who don’t gamble away their own and their parents’ means, have given her the help that you have refused. Go in, sir, and try to speak words of comfort to her now.”
He went in, and fell on his knees beside the bed.
“Mother!” he said.
Fain would he have said more, but no word could he utter. His tongue seemed to cleave20 to the roof of his mouth. Mrs Leven opened her eyes on hearing the single word, and her cheek flushed slightly as she seized one of his hands, kissed it and held it to her breast. Then she looked earnestly, and oh! so anxiously, into his face, and said in a low tone:—
“Fred, dear, are you so—”
She stopped abruptly.
“Yes, yes,” cried her son, passionately21; “yes, mother, I’m sober now! Oh mother, dearest, darling mother, I am guilty, guilty; I have sinned. Oh forgive, forgive me! Listen, listen! I am in earnest now, my mother. Think of me as I used to be long ago. Don’t shut your eyes. Look at me, mother, look at Fred.”
The poor woman looked at him with tears of gladness in her eyes.
“God bless you, Fred!” she murmured. “It is long, long, since you spoke22 like that. But I knew you would. I have always expected that you would. Praise the Lord!”
Fred tried to speak, and again found that he could not, but the fountain of his soul was opened. He laid his face on his mother’s hand and sobbed23 bitterly.
Those who witnessed this scene stood as if spellbound. As far as sound or motion went these two might have been in the room alone. Presently the sound of sobbing24 ceased, and Fred, raising his head, began gently to stroke the hand he held in his. Sometime in his wild career, he knew not when or where, he had heard it said that this slight action had often a wonderful power to soothe25 the sick. He continued it for some time. Then the doctor advanced and gazed into the invalid’s countenance26.
“She sleeps,” he said, in a low tone.
“May I stay beside her?” whispered Fred.
Lawrence nodded assent27, and then motioning to the others to withdraw, followed them into Mrs Roby’s room, where he told them that her sleeping was a good sign, and that they must do their best to prevent her being disturbed.
“It won’t be necessary for any one to watch. Her son will prove her best attendant just now; but it may be as well that some one should sit up in this room, and look in now and then to see that the candle doesn’t burn out, and that all is right. I will go now, and will make this my first visit in the morning.”
“Captain Wopper,” said Lewis Stoutley, in a subdued voice, when Lawrence had left, “I won this ten-pound note to-night from Fred. I—I robbed him of it. Will you give it to him in the morning?”
“Yes, my lad, I will,” said the Captain.
“And will you let me sit up and watch here tonight?”
“No, my lad, I won’t. I mean to do that myself.”
“But do let me stay an hour or so with you, in case anything is wanted,” pleaded Lewis.
“Well, you may.”
They sat down together by the fireside, Mrs Roby having lain down on her bed with her clothes on, but they spoke never a word; and as they sat there, the young man’s busy brain arrayed before him many and many a scene of death, and sickness, and suffering, and sorrow, and madness, and despair, which, he knew well from hearsay28 (and he now believed it), had been the terrible result of gambling29 and drink.
When the hour was past, the Captain rose and said, “Now, Lewis, you’ll go, and I’ll take a look at the next room.”
He put off his shoes and went on tiptoe. Lewis followed, and took a peep before parting.
Fred had drawn three chairs to the bedside and lain down on them, with his shoulders resting on the edge of the bed, so that he could continue to stroke his mother’s hand without disturbing her. He had continued doing so until his head had slowly drooped30 upon the pillow; and there they now lay, the dissipated son and the humble31 Christian32 mother, sleeping quietly together.
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