I fully1 expected to be summoned as a witness to the inquest held on George White. However, as it turned out, they left me alone, and for that I was thankful, though indeed I had little to fear from any cross-examination; and Dr. Crackenthorpe would hardly have ventured under the circumstances to use his professional influence to my discomfiture2, seeing that I had shown knowledge of the fact that between him and the dead man was once, at least, some species of understanding. So he gave his version of the affair, without any reference to me, who indeed could hardly in any way be held responsible for the catastrophe4.
And now he lay dead, the latest victim of the inquisition of the wheel, I most fully believed; a poor wretch5 withered6 under its ban that would reach, it seemed, to agents but remotely connected with the dark history of its immediate7 neighbors. He was dead, and with him, I could but think, had passed my one chance of probing the direful mystery in that direction where the core of it festered.
Thereafter for weeks I walked in a stubborn rebellion against fate, intensified8 by the thought that this stultifying9 of my purpose had come upon me on the heels of my triumphant10 mastery of that old weird11 influence of the mill—a triumph that had seemed to pronounce me the very chosen champion of truth to whom all ways to the undoing12 of the wicked should be revealed.
But, now, as the month drew to its close, a new anxiety came to humble13 me with the pathos14 of the world, and to assimilate all restless emotions into one pale fog of silence, gray and sorrowful.
On a certain morning, looking in my father’s face when I brought him his breakfast, I read something there, the import of which I would not consider or dwell upon until I could escape and commune with myself alone.
There was little external change in him and he was bright and cheerful. It was only a certain sudden sense of withdrawal15 that struck a chill into me—a sense as if life, seeking to steal unobserved from its ancient prison, knew itself noticed and affected16 to be dallying17 simply with the rusted18 locks and bolts.
Realizing this presently to the full, I determined19 then and there to put everything else to one side and to devote myself single-handed to the tender ministering to his last days upon earth. And grief and sadness were mingled20 in me, for I loved the old man and could not but rejoice that the inevitable21 should come to him so peacefully. But prospect22 of the utter loneliness that would fall upon me when he was gone woke a selfish resentment23 that he should be taken from me and fought in my heart for mastery over the better emotion.
Did he know? Not certainly, perhaps, for slowly dying men give little thought to the way they wander. But something in the prospect opening out before him must, I think, have struck him with a dawning marvel24 at its strangeness; as a sleeper25, wakened from a weird romance of dreaming, finds a wonder of unfamiliarity26 in the world restored to him.
It may have been that some increase of care on my part making itself apparent was the first warning to him that all was not as it used to be, for there came a night when he called to me as I was leaving his room—after seeing him comfortably established—in a voice with a queer ring of emotion in it.
“What is it, dad?” I asked, hurrying back to his bedside.
“I’m wakeful to-night, my lad; well and easy, but wakeful.”
“Shall I stop with you a bit longer?”
I saw he wished it and sat myself down upon the foot of the bed.
“Good lad,” he said. “I don’t deserve all this, Renalt. It should be a blank and empty thing to review a life spent in idleness and self-indulgence. I ought to feel that, and yet I’m at peace. Why wasn’t I of your militant28 philosophers, who treating love like any other luxury, find salve for the bitter sting of it in a brave independence of righteousness!”
“Yet I think your philosopher would be the first to acknowledge its truth.”
“Of course. He’d have a principle to prove. But I can’t gather consolation33 there for having wittingly sunk myself to the beasts.”
“Dad!”
“Why should I mince34 matters? Let me look at you full face. I have never been a liar27, but I’ve chosen to deceive myself into the belief that mere35 brute36 self-indulgence was a fine revolt against the tyranny of the gods.”
“It may have been nature’s counter-irritant to unbearable37 suffering.”
“Sophistry38, my boy. It’s out of the kindness of your heart, but it’s sophistry. Better to die shrieking39 under the knife than to live to be a hopeless, disfigured cripple. Look at me lying here. What heritage of virtue40, what example of endurance, shall I leave to my children?”
“You have never complained.”
“No comfort, Renalt—none. I nursed my resentment from base fear only that by revealing it, it would dissipate. With such a belief I have to face the Supreme41 Court up there; and”—he looked at me earnestly—“before very long, I think.”
I shook my head in silence. I could find no word to say.
“Am I afraid?” he went on, still intently regarding me. “I think not—at present. Yet I have some bitter charges to answer.”
“This rest will restore you again, dad.”
He did not seem to hear me. His eyes left my face and he continued in a murmuring voice:
“The last dispossession the old suffer is sleep, it seems. Balm in Gilead—balm in Gilead!”
“What little breath will keep the spark alive,” I thought as I sat and watched the worn quiet figure. The face looked as if molded out of wax and so moved me that presently I must rise and bend over it, thinking the end had actually come while I watched.
With my rising, however, a sigh broke from it, and a little stir of the limbs, so that my heart that had fallen leaped up again with gladness. Then he looked up at me standing3 above him, and a smile passed like a gleam of sunlight over his features.
“I always loved you, my son Renalt,” he murmured, and, murmuring, fell into a light trance once more.
The following day there was no change in his condition. I could have thought him floating out of life on that tide of dreaming thoughts that seemed to bear him up so gently and so easily. When, at moments, he would rise to consciousness of my presence, he would nod to me and smile; and again sink back on the pillow of gracious somnolence42.
I had been sitting reading to myself in my father’s room and all was glowing silence about me, when a sudden clap at the window-casement made me start. I jumped to my feet and looked out. A vast gloomy curtain of cloud was drawing up from the east; even as I looked, some shafts43 of its bitterness drove through the joints44 of the lattice, stabbing at me with points of ice, and I shivered, though the sunlight was still upon me.
The storm came on with incredible speed; within five minutes of my rising clouds of hail were flogging the streets, and from a whirling fog of night jangle of innumerable voices hooting45 and whistling broke like a besieging46 cloud of Goths upon the ancient capital.
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