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THE HELPER.
At length one morning, when she believed Mrs. Redmain would not
rise before noon, Mary felt she must go and see Letty. She did
not find her in the quarters where she had left her, but a story
higher, in a mean room, sitting with her hands in her lap. She
did not lift her eyes when Mary entered: where hope is dead,
curiosity dies. Not until she had come quite near did she raise
her head, and then she seemed to know nothing of her. When she
did recognize her, she held out her hand in a mechanical way, as
if they were two specters met in a miserable dream, in which they
were nothing to each other, and neither could do, or cared to do,
anything for the other.
"My poor Letty!" cried Mary, greatly shocked, "what has come to
you? Are you not glad to see me? Has anything happened to Tom?"
She broke into a low, childish wail, and for a time that was all
Mary heard. Presently, however, she became aware of a feeble
moaning in the adjoining chamber, the sound of a human sea in
trouble--mixed with a wandering babble, which to Letty was but as
the voice of her own despair, and to Mary was a cry for help. She
abandoned the attempt to draw anything from Letty, and went into
the next room, the door of which stood wide. There lay Tom, but
so changed that Mary took a moment to be certain it was he. Going
softly to him, she laid her hand on his head. It was burning. He
opened his eyes, but she saw their sense was gone. She went back
to Letty, and, sitting down beside her, put her arm about her,
and said:
"Why didn't you send for me, Letty? I would have come to you at
once. I will come now, to-night, and help you to nurse him. Where
is the baby?"
Letty gave a shriek, and, starting from her chair, walked wildly
about the room, wringing her hands. Mary went after her, and
taking her in her arms, said:
"Letty, dear, has God taken your baby?"
Letty gave her a lack-luster look.
"Then," said Mary, "he is not far away, for we are all in God's
arms."
But what is the use of the most sovereign of medicines while they
stand on the sick man's table? What is the mightiest of truths so
long as it is not believed? The spiritually sick still mocks at
the medicine offered; he will not know its cure. Mary saw that,
for any comfort to Letty, God was nowhere. It went to her very
heart. Death and desolation and the enemy were in possession. She
turned to go, that she might return able to begin her contest
with ruin. Letty saw that she was going, and imagined her
offended and abandoning her to her misery. She flew to her,
stretching out her arms like a child, but was so feeble that she
tripped and fell. Mary lifted her, and laid her wailing on her
couch.
"Letty," said Mary, "you didn't think I was going to leave you!
But I must go for an hour, perhaps two, to make arrangements for
staying with you till Tom is over the worst."
Then Letty clasped her hands in her old, beseeching way, and
looked up with a faint show of comfort.
"Be courageous, Letty," said Mary. "I shall be back as soon as
ever I can. God has sent me to you."
She drove straight home, and heard that Mrs. Redmain was annoyed
that she had gone out.
"I offered to dress her," said Jemima; "and she knows I can quite
well; but she would not get up till you came, and made me fetch
her a book. So there she is, a-waiting for you!"
"I am sorry," said Mary; "but I had to go, and she was fast
asleep."
When she entered her room, Hesper gave her a cold glance over the
top of her novel, and went on with her reading. Mary proceeded to
get her things ready for dressing. But by this time she had got
interested in the story.
"I shall not get up yet," she said.
"Then, please, ma'am," replied Mary, "would you mind letting
Jemima dress you? I want to go out again, and should be glad if
you could do without me for some days. My friend's baby is dead,
and both she and her husband are very ill."
Hesper threw down her book, and her eyes flamed.
"What do you mean by using me so, Miss Marston?" she said.
"I am very sorry to put you to inconvenience," answered Mary;
"but the husband seems dying, and the wife is scarcely able to
crawl."
"I have nothing to do with it," interrupted Hesper. "When you
made it necessary for me to part with my maid, you undertook to
perform her duties. I did not engage you as a sick-nurse for
other people."
"'No, ma'am," replied Mary; "but this is an extreme case, and I
can not believe you will object to my going."
"I do object. How, pray, is the world to go on, if this kind of
thing be permitted! I may be going out to dinner, or to the opera
to-night, for anything you know, and who is there to dress me?
No; on principle, and for the sake of example, I will not let you
go."
"I thought," said Mary, not a little disappointed in Hesper, "I
did not stand to you quite in the relation of an ordinary
servant."
"Certainly you do not: I look for a little more devotion from you
than from a common, ungrateful creature who thinks only of
herself. But you are all alike."
More and more distressed to find one she had loved so long show
herself so selfish, Mary's indignation had almost got the better
of her. But a little heightening of her color was all the show it
made.
"Indeed, it is quite necessary, ma'am," she persisted, "that I
should go."
"The law has fortunately made provision against such behavior,"
said Hesper. "You can not leave without giving me a month's
notice."
"The understanding on which I came to you was very different,"
said Mary, sadly.
"It was; but, since then, you consented to become my maid."
"It is ungenerous to take advantage of that," returned Mary,
growing angry again.
"I have to protect myself and the world in general from the
consequences that must follow were such lawless behavior allowed
to pass."
Hesper spoke with calm severity, and Mary, making up her mind,
answered now with almost equal calmness.
"The law was made for both sides, ma'am; and, as you bring the
law to me, I will take refuge in the law. It is, I believe, a
month's warning or a month's wages; and, as I have never had any
wages, I imagine I am at liberty to go. Good-by, ma'am."
Hesper made her no answer, and Mary left the room. She went to
her own, stuffed her immediate necessities into a bag, let
herself out of the house, called a cab, and, with a great lump in
her throat, drove to the help of Letty.
First she had a talk with the landlady, and learned all she could
tell. Then she went up, and began to make things as comfortable
as she could: all was in sad disorder and neglect.
With the mere inauguration of cleanliness, and the first dawn of
coming order, the courage of Letty began to revive a little. The
impossibility of doing all that ought to be done, had, in her
miserable weakness, so depressed her that she had not done even
as much as she could--except where Tom was immediately concerned:
there she had not failed of her utmost.
Mary next went to the doctor to get instructions, and then to buy
what things were most wanted. And now she almost wished Mrs.
Redmain had paid her for her services, for she must write to Mr.
Turnbull for money, and that she disliked. But by the very next
post she received, inclosed in a business memorandum in George's
writing, the check for fifty pounds she had requested.
She did not dare write to Tom's mother, because she was certain,
were she to come up, her presence would only add to the misery,
and take away half the probability of his recovery and of
Letty's, too. In the case of both, nourishment was the main
thing; and to the fit providing and the administering of it she
bent her energy.
For a day or two, she felt at times as if she could hardly get
through what she had undertaken; but she soon learned to drop
asleep at any moment, and wake immediately when she was wanted;
and thereafter her strength was by no means so sorely tried.
Under her skillful nursing--skillful, not from experience, but
simply from her faith, whence came both conscience of and
capacity for doing what the doctor told her--things went well. It
is from their want of this faith, and their consequent arrogance
and conceit, that the ladies who aspire to help in hospitals give
the doctors so much trouble: they have not yet learned
obedience, the only path to any good, the one essential to
the saving of the world. One who can not obey is the merest
slave--essentially and in himself a slave. The crisis of Tom's
fever was at length favorably passed, but the result remained
doubtful. By late hours and strong drink, he had done not a
little to weaken a constitution, in itself, as I have said, far
from strong; while the unrest of what is commonly and foolishly
called a bad conscience, with misery over the death of his child
and the conduct which had disgraced him in his own eyes and
ruined his wife's happiness, combined to retard his recovery.
While he was yet delirious, and grief and shame and consternation
operated at will on his poetic nature, the things he kept saying
over and over were very pitiful; but they would have sounded more
miserable by much in the ears of one who did not look so far
ahead as Mary. She, trained to regard all things in their true
import, was rejoiced to find him loathing his former self, and
beyond the present suffering saw the gladness at hand for the
sorrowful man, the repenting sinner. Had she been mother or
sister to him, she could hardly have waited on him with more
devotion or tenderness.
One day, as his wife was doing some little thing for him, he took
her hand in his feeble grasp, and pressing it to his face, wet
with the tears of reviving manhood, said:
"We might have been happy together, Letty, if I had but known how
much you were worth, and how little I was worth myself!--Oh me!
oh me!"
He burst into an incontrollable wail that tortured Letty with its
likeness to the crying of her baby.
"Tom! my own darling Tom!" she cried, "when you speak as if I
belonged to you, it makes me as happy as a queen. When you are
better, you will be happy, too, dear. Mary says you will."
"O Letty!" he sobbed--"the baby!"
"The baby's all right, Mary says; and, some day, she says, he
will run into your arms, and know you for his father."
"And I shall be ashamed to look at him!" said Tom.
An hour or so after, he woke from a short sleep, and his eyes
sought Letty's watching face.
"I have seen baby," he said, "and he has forgiven me. I dare say
it was only a dream," he added, "but somehow it makes me happier.
At least, I know how the thing might be."
"It was true, whether it was but a dream or something more," said
Mary, who happened to be by.
"Thank you, Mary," he returned. "You and Letty have saved me from
what I dare not think of! I could die happy now--if it weren't
for one thing."
"What is that?" asked Mary.
"I am ashamed to say," he replied, "but I ought to say it and
bear the shame, for the man who does shamefully ought to be
ashamed. It is that, when I am in my grave--or somewhere else,
for I know Mary does not like people to talk about being in their
graves--you say it is heathenish, don't you, Mary?--when I am
where they can't find me, then, it is horrid to think that people
up here will have a hold on me and a right over me still, because
of debts I shall never be able to pay them."
"Don't be too sure of that, Tom," said Mary, cheerfully. "I think
you will pay them yet.--But I have heard it said," she went on,
"that a man in debt never tells the truth about his debts--as if
he had only the face to make them, not to talk about them: can
you make a clean breast of it, Tom?"
"I don't exactly know what they are; but I always did mean to pay
them, and I have some idea about them. I don't think they would
come to more than a hundred pounds."
"Your mother would not hesitate to pay that for you?" said Mary.
"I know she wouldn't; but, then, I'm thinking of Letty."
He paused, and Mary waited.
"You know, when I am gone," he resumed, "there will be nothing
for her but to go to my mother; and it breaks my heart to think
of it. Every sin of mine she will lay to her charge; and how am I
to lie still in my grave--oh, I beg your pardon, Mary."
"I will pay your debts, Tom, and gladly," said Mary, "if they
don't come to much more than you say--than you think, I mean."
"But, don't you see, Mary, that would be only a shifting of my
debt from them to you? Except for Letty, it would not make the
thing any better."
"What!" said Mary, "is there no difference between owing a thing
to one who loves you and one who does not? to one who would
always be wishing you had paid him and one who is glad to have
even the poor bond of a debt between you and her? All of us who
are sorry for our sins are brothers and sisters."
"O Mary!" said Tom.
"But I will tell you what will be better: let your mother pay
your debts, and I will look after Letty. I will care for her like
my own sister, Tom."
"Then I shall die happy," said Tom; and from that day began to
recover.
Many who would pay money to keep a man alive or to deliver him
from pain would pay nothing to take a killing load off the
shoulders of his mind. Hunger they can pity--not mental misery.
Tom would not hear of his mother being written to.
"I have done Letty wrong enough already," he said, "without
subjecting her to the cruel tongue of my mother. I have
conscience enough left not to have anybody else abuse her."
"But, Tom," expostulated Mary, "if you want to be good, one of
your first duties is to be reconciled to your mother."
"I am very sorry things are all wrong between us, Mary," said
Tom. "But, if you want her to come here, you don't know what you
are talking about. She must have everything her own way, or storm
from morning to night. I would gladly make it up with her, but
live with her, or die with her, I could not. To make
either possible, you must convert her, too. When you have done
that, I will invite her at once."
"Never mind me, Tom," said Letty. "So long as you love me, I
don't care what even your mother thinks of me. I will do
everything I can to make her comfortable, and satisfied with me."
"Wait till I am better, anyhow, Letty; for I solemnly assure you
I haven't a chance if my mother comes. I will tell you what,
Mary: I promise you, if I get better, I will do what is possible
to be a son to my mother; and for the present I will dictate a
letter, if you will write it, bidding her good-by, and asking her
pardon for everything I have done wrong by her, which you will
please send if I should die. I can not and I will not promise
more."
He was excited and exhausted, and Mary dared not say another
word. Nor truly did she at the moment see what more could be
said. Where all relation has been perverted, things can not be
set right by force. Perhaps all we can do sometimes is to be
willing and wait.
The letter was dictated and written--a lovely one, Mary thought--
and it made her weep as she wrote it. Tom signed it with his own
hand. Mary folded, sealed, addressed it, and laid it away in her
desk.
The same evening Tom said to Letty, putting his thin, long hand
in hers--
"Mary thinks we shall know each other there, Letty."
"Tom!" interrupted Letty, "don't talk like that; I can't
bear it. If you do, I shall die before you."
"All I wanted to say," persisted Tom, "was, that I should sit all
day looking out for you, Letty."
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