For Woman's Love Part- 2 by Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📖

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"Good-By," Said Mrs. Rothsay,  Taking The Woman's Hand. But Rose Burst

Into Tears,  Threw Her Arms Around The Young Lady's Neck,  Hugged Her

Close,  And Kissed Her Many Times.

 

"Good-By,  My Pretty Step-Grandmother-In-Law," Said Sylvan,  Gayly,  Taking

Her Hand And Giving Her A Kiss. "You Are Still

 

    'The Rose That All Admire,'

 

But The Best Of Friends Must Part."

 

And Leaving Rose In Tears,  He Opened The Door For His Sister To Pass Out

Before Him. But She,  At Least,  Passed No Farther Than The Front Porch,

Where She Stood Looking Down The Lawn In Surprise And Anxiety,  While

Sylvan Hurried Off To See What Was The Meaning Of That Which Had So

Suddenly Startled Them. What Was It? What Had Happened?

 

A Crowd Of Men,  Silent,  But With Faces Full Of Suppressed Excitement And

Surrounding Something That Was Borne In Their Midst,  Was Slowly Marching

Up The Avenue.

 

Cora Watched Sylvan As He Went To Meet Them; Saw Him Speak To Them,

Though She Could Not Hear What He Said; Saw Them Stop And Put The

Something,  Which They Bore Along And Escorted,  Down On The Gravel; Saw A

Parley Between Her Brother And The Crowd,  And Finally Saw Her Brother

Turn And Hurry Back Toward The House,  Wearing A Pale And Troubled

Countenance.

 

"You May Take The Carriage Back To The Stables,  John," Said The

Lieutenant To The Wondering Negro Groom,  As He Passed It In Returning To

The Porch.

 

"What Is The Matter,  Sylvan? What Has Happened? Why Have You Sent The

Carriage Away?" Cora Anxiously Inquired.

 

"Because,  My Dear,  We Must Not Leave Rockhold At Present," He Gravely

Replied. "There Has Been An Accident,  Cora."

 

"An Accident! On The Railroad?"

 

"No,  My Dear; To Our Old Grandfather."

 

"To Grandfather! Oh,  Sylvan! No! No!" She Cried,  Turning White,  And

Dropping Upon A Bench,  All Her Latent Affection For The Aged

Patriarch--The Unsuspected Affection--Waking In Her Heart.

 

"Yes,  Dear," Said Sylvan,  Softly.

 

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"Seriously? Dangerously? Fatally? Perhaps He Is Dead And You Are Trying

To Break It To Me! You Can't Do It! You Can't! Oh,  Sylvan,  Is

Grandfather Dead?" She Wildly Demanded.

 

"No,  Dear! No,  No,  No! Compose Yourself. They Are Bringing Him Here,

And He Is Perfectly Conscious. He Must Not See You So Much Agitated. It

Would Annoy Him. We Do Not Yet Know How Seriously He Is Hurt. He Was

Thrown From His Carriage When Near North End. The Horses Took Fright At

The Passing Of A Train. They Ran Away And Went Over That Steep Bank Just

At The Entrance Of The Village. The Carriage Was Shattered All To

Pieces; The Coachman Killed Outright--Poor Old Joseph--And The Horses So

Injured That They Had To Be Shot."

 

"Poor Old Joseph! I Am So Sorry! So Very Sorry! But Grandfather!

Grandfather!"

 

"He Was Picked Up Insensible; Carried To The Hotel On A Mattress Laid On

Planks,  Borne By Half A Dozen Workmen,  And The Doctor Was Summoned

Immediately. He Was Laid In Bed,  And All Means Were Tried To Restore

Consciousness. But As Soon As He Came To His Senses He Demanded To Be

Brought Home. The Doctor Thought It Dangerous To Do So. But You Know The

Grandfather's Obstinacy. So A Stretcher Was Prepared,  A Spring Mattress

Laid On It,  And He Has Been Borne All The Way From North End To Rockhold

Ferry By Relays Of Six Men At A Time,  Relieving Each Other At Short

Intervals,  And Escorted By The Doctor And Our Two Uncles. That,  Cora,  Is

All I Can Tell You."

 

He Then Entered The House,  Followed By Cora.

 

They Found Rose Still In The Front Hall,  Where They Had Left Her A Few

Minutes Before. She Was Seated In One Of The Oak Chairs Wiping Her Eyes.

She Had Not Seen The Approaching Procession With The Burden They

Carried. And Of Course She Had Not Heard Their Silent Movements.

 

She Looked Up In Surprise At The Re-Entrance Of Cora And Sylvan.

 

"Oh!" She Exclaimed "Have You Forgotten Anything? So Glad To See You

Back,  Even For Half A Minute. For,  After All,  I Couldn't See You Drive

Away. I Just Shut The Door And Flung Myself Into This Chair To Have A

Good Cry. Can't You Put Off Your Journey Now,  Just For To-Night And

Start To-Morrow? You Will Have To Do It Anyhow. You Can't Catch The 6:30

Express Now," She Added,  Coming Toward Them.

 

"We Shall Not Attempt It,  Rose," Said Sylvan,  In A Kinder Tone Than He

Usually Used In Speaking To Her.

 

"I Am So Glad," She Said,  But Her Further Words Were Arrested By The

Grave Looks Of The Young Man.

 

"What Is The Matter With You?" She Suddenly Inquired.

 

"There Has Been An Accident,  Rose. Not Fatal,  My Dear,  So Don't Be

Frightened. My Grandfather Has Been Thrown From His Carriage And

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Stunned. But He Has Recovered Consciousness,  And They Are Bringing Him

Home A Deal Shaken,  But Not In Serious Danger."

 

While Sylvan Spoke,  Rose Gazed At Him In Perfect Silence,  With Her Blue

Eyes Widening. When He Finished,  She Asked:

 

"How Did It Happen?"

 

Sylvan Told Her.

 

Rose Dropped Into A Chair And Covered Her Face With Her Hands. She Was

More Shocked Than Grieved By All That She Had Heard. If Her Tyrant Had

Been Brought Home Dead,  I Think She Would Only Have Sighed

 

    "With The Sigh Of A Great Deliverance!"

 

"Let Us Go Now,  Rose,  And Prepare His Bed. Sylvan Will Stay Hereto

Receive Him," Said Cora.

 

The Two Women Went Up To The Old Man's Room And Turned Down The

Bedclothes,  And Laid Out A Change Of Linen,  And Many Towels In Case They

Should Be Needed,  And Then Went To The Head Of The Stairs And Waited And

Listened.

 

Presently,  Through The Open Hall Door,  They Heard The Muffled Tread And

Subdued Tones Of The Men,  Who Presently Entered,  Bearing The Stretcher

On Which Was Laid The Huge Form Of The Iron King,  Covered,  All Except

His Face,  With A White Bed-Spread. Slowly,  Carefully,  And With Some

Difficulty They Bore Him Up The Broad Staircase Head First--Preceded By

The Family Physician,  Dr. Cummins,  And Followed By Messrs. Fabian And

Clarence.

 

Rose And Cora Stood Each Side The Open Chamber Door,  And When The Men

Bore The Stretcher In And Set It Down On The Floor,  The Two Women

Approached And Looked Down On The Injured Man.

 

His Countenance Was Scarcely Affected By His Accident. He Was No Paler

Than Usual. He Was Frowning--It Might Be From Pain Or It Might Be From

Anger--And He Was Glaring Around. Rose Was Afraid To Speak To Him,  Prone

On The Stretcher As He Was,  Lest She Should Get Her Head Bitten Off.

Cora Bent Over Him And Said Tenderly:

 

"Dear Grandfather,  I Am Very Sorry For This. I Hope You Are Not Hurt

Much."

 

And She Had Her Head Immediately Snapped Off.

 

"Don't Be A Confounded Idiot!" He Growled,  Hoarsely. "Go And Send Old

Black Martha Here. She Is Worth A Hundred Of You Two."

 

Rose Hurried Off To Obey This Order,  Glad Enough Of An Excuse To Escape.

And Now The Room Was Cleared Of All The Men Except The Family Physician,

The Two Sons,  And The Grandson.

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These Approached The Stretcher And Carefully And Tenderly Undressed The

Patient And Laid Him On His Bed.

 

Then The Physician Made A More Careful Examination.

 

There Were No Bones Broken. The Injuries Seemed To Be All Internal; But

Of Their Seriousness Or Dangerousness The Physician Could Not Yet Judge.

The Nervous Shock Had Certainly Been Severe,  And That In Itself Was A

Grave Misfortune To A Man Of Aaron Rockharrt's Age,  And Might Have Been

Instantaneously Fatal To Any One Of Less Remarkable Strength.

 

Dr. Cummins Told Mr. Fabian That He Should Remain In Attendance On His

Patient All Night. Then,  At The Desire Of Mr. Rockharrt,  He Cleared The

Sick Room Of Every One Except The Old Negro Woman.

 

When The Door Was Shut Upon Them All,  And The Chamber Was Quiet,  He

Administered A Sedative To His Patient And Advised Him To Close His Eyes

And Try To Compose Himself.

 

Then The Doctor Sat Down On The Right Side Of The Bed,  With Old Martha

On His Left.

 

There Was Utter Silence For A Few Minutes,  And Then Old Aaron Rockharrt

Spoke.

 

"What's The Hour,  Doctor?"

 

"Seven," Replied The Physician After Consulting His Gold Repeater. "But

I Advise You To Keep Quiet And Try To Sleep," He Added,  Returning His

Timepiece To His Fob.

 

As If The Iron King Ever Followed Advice! As If He Did Not,  On General

Principles,  Always Run Counter To It!

 

"Didn't I See My Fool Of A Grandson Among The Other Lunatics Who Ran

After Me Here?" He Next Inquired.

 

"Yes."

 

"Where Is He Now?"

 

"With The Ladies,  I Think."

 

"Send--Him--Up--To--Me!"

 

The Doctor Shrugged His Shoulders And Went To Obey The Order. The

Obstinacy Of This Self-Willed Egotist Was Surely Growing Into A

Monomania,  And Perhaps It Would Have Been More Dangerous To Oppose Him

Than To Comply With His Whim. In A Few Moments Dr. Cummins Re-Entered

The Room,  Followed By Sylvan Haught.

 

"I Hope You Are Feeling Easier," Said The Lieutenant,  As He Bent Over

His Grandfather.

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"I Have Not Complained Of Feeling Uneasy Yet,  Have I?" Growled The Iron

King.

 

"You Sent For Me,  Sir. Can I Do Anything For You?"

 

"For Me? No; Not Likely! But You Can Do Your Duty To Your Country! How

Is It That You Are Not On Your Way To Join Your Regiment?"

 

"I Had Actually Bidden Good-By And Left The House To Start On My

Journey,  When I Met Men Bringing You Home."

 

"What The Demon Had That To Do With It?"

 

"I