"She is all I have now!" thought Celeste, as she choked down a sob7, "Can I do it—am I able to do it?"
She sat in a rocking-chair near the bed, her gaze still on the child's face. A sudden breeze fanned the shades of the windows inward. She locked her hands in her lap, her thin, blue-veined, irresolute8 hands in a lap of stone. "'Nothing counts that we do for ourselves,'" she quoted, uncompromisingly. "If I refuse I'll not be acting9 for myself, but for her—my baby—my darling baby! Charlie loved her enough to undertake her rescue, and I must help him carry it through. Yes, I can do that conscientiously10. It would kill her to learn that her father was a convict. She couldn't grow up under it. It would blight11 her whole existence. At school she would hear it. In society it would be whispered behind her back and thrown in her face. Oh, it can't be! God would not allow it to be. He would not allow the sins of a father to fall on shoulders so frail12 and helpless. Some coarse children would think nothing of it; it would kill my baby. She would brood over it—oh, I know my child! She would hold it in her mind night and day. From what she now is she would become an embittered13 cynic, soured against life and her Creator. She would never marry. She would not want to bring children into a world so full of pain. And yet, and yet—" Celeste rose and went to a window and stood looking out, peering through the small panes14 as a hopeless prisoner might.
"And yet—justice must be done." Her white lips framed the words which shrank from utterance15. "Charlie has his rights, and so has the girl he loves. He undertook our rescue without knowing the cost. He was full of repentance16 at the time over his trivial mistakes, but now he must see it differently. Shall we drive him to roving again? Would God give my child a happy life at such a cost? Would He blight the lives of two of His children for one—and those two wholly innocent? No, justice must be done. It must! It must! It must! But I can't be her executioner. Why, I'm her mother! She is all I have in the world!"
Celeste crept back to the bed and bent17 over the sleeping child. Her hand went out as if to caress18 the white brow, but her fingers lifted only a fragrant19 lock of hair, and this she bent and kissed as soundlessly as the sunlight's vibration20 on the rug-strewn floor.
The next day was Sunday. Leaving her husband and his uncle smoking over their papers in the dining-room, her child in the care of a maid, Celeste slipped away unnoticed. She did not often attend church, but she was going to-day. Why, she could not have explained. It was as if a building with a spire21 and chimes, altar and surpliced clergyman, white-robed choristers and bowed suppliants22, would help her make the decision that a long, sleepless23 night had withheld24. She felt faint as she entered the family pew and bowed her head, for she had taken little nourishment25 since her travail26 began. Somehow her own death seemed a near thing, but she did not care. There were other things so much worse than mere27 death.
She failed to comprehend any part of the sermon which the gray-haired minister was delivering in that far-off, detached tone. She noticed some rings on his stout28 fingers and wondered how such mere trinkets could be worn by an ordained29 helper of the despairing and the God-forsaken. As soon as the service was over she hastened homeward. She told herself that she would act at once and face her husband with a demand that either he or she should perform the bounden duty. But as she entered the door and heard the voices of the two men in the dining-room, and smelled the smoke of their cigars, her courage oozed30 from her. She could not tell them both. Her talk must be for William alone; it would be for him to inform his uncle, and he would do it. William, once shown the right road, would take it. She knew him well enough for that. His wavering for the past year had been like hers, but when he knew all and was faced with the call of justice, as she was facing it, he would obey.
At the foot of the stairs in the hall she paused. Should she go back to the two men, or—It was the rippling31 laugh of her child up-stairs, who was being amused by a maid, the joyous32 clapping of a small pair of hands, that drew Celeste up the carpeted steps and into the child's presence.
"Oh, mother, see what she has put on me!" Ruth cried, gleefully, as she sprang into the middle of the room robed in a filmy pink gown which had been made for her use in a class in interpretative dancing, and held out the skirt, forming wings like those of a fairy floating over beds of roses. A circle of artificial flowers rested on the golden tresses. Ruth's eyes were sparkling with delight as she bowed low in one of the postures33 she had been taught, and then glided34 gracefully35 into her mother's arms.
"Oh, we've had so much fun! Haven't we, Annette?"
"Madame will pardon me," the French maid said. "I know it is Sunday, but she was so full of joy when she waked that—"
"It doesn't matter," Celeste said. "You may go. I'll dress her for dinner myself."
And as she did it, that morning of all mornings to be remembered, Celeste was the most pitiable of all pitiable creatures. Her coming sacrifice was not like that of Abraham in his offering of Isaac to his God, for, while he was a child of God, Abraham was not a mother.
"Justice must be done!" she kept saying. "The happiness of two against the misery36 of one—two against two, in reality; but I don't count, I mustn't count. Charlie said to Michael that nothing counts that we do for ourselves, and this protesting ache within me is self, for my baby is myself. Sweet, sweet little daughter! Mother has the blade ready and must thrust it deep into your joyous heart. Oh, if my cup would only pass, and my will might be done instead of God's!" She held her child on her knees as she took off the pink symbol of dawn and robed her anew. She was laying her child on an altar before God and no sacrificial ram5 was in sight.
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