Hillsboro People eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about Hillsboro People.

Hillsboro People eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about Hillsboro People.

“Nathaniel, the end has come,” she said solemnly.  “Help me get to bed.”

The next morning there was a foot of snow and the thermometer was going steadily down.  When the doctor arrived, red-nosed and gasping from the knife-like thrusts of the wind over Eagle Rock, he announced that it was only eight above zero, and he brought a kindly telegram from Hiram, saying that he had started for the mountains to accompany his parents back to the city.  “I envy you!” said the doctor, blowing on his stiff fingers.  “Think of the bliss of being where you have only to turn a screw in your steam-radiator to escape from this beastly cold.  Your son will be here on the evening train, and I’ll bring him right over.  You’ll be ready to start tomorrow, won’t you?  You’ve had all the autumn to get packed up in.”

Mrs. Prentiss did not answer.  She was so irrationally angry with him that she could not trust herself to speak.  She stood looking out of the low window at the Necronsett, running swift and black between the white banks.  She felt a wave of her old obsession that in her still lived the bygone dwellers in the old house, that through her eyes they still saw the infinitely dear and familiar scenes, something in her own attitude reminded her of how her father had looked as he stood every morning at that same window and speculated on the weather.  For a moment she had an almost dizzy conviction that he did in all reality stand there again.

Then she heard the doctor saying, “I’m coming over there myself when you start for the station, to see that you’re well wrapped up.  The least exposure——­” He looked at Mrs. Prentiss’s broad and obstinate back, turned, to her husband, and tapped his chest significantly.

After he had gone the room was intensely quiet.  Mr. Prentiss sat by the fire, looking vacantly at his withered old hands on his knees, and his wife did not stir from the window.  Her heavy, wide figure was immovable, but a veritable whirlwind of despair raged within her.  She had supposed she knew all along how bad it was going to be, but it had been a foolish child’s play, like shutting your eyes to pretend you were blind.  Now that utter darkness was upon her, it was as great a shock as though it came with the most extreme and cruel surprise.  A thousand furious fancies went through her mind, although she continued to gaze out of the window with the same blank look of stunned incredulity.  The whirlpool in the river caught her eye and she had a wild impulse to throw herself into it.  Even in her frenzy, however, there came the thought, instantly dissuading, of the scandal in the village and family which such an action would cause.

No, there was no escape at all, since that simple and obvious one was closed.

The valley lay about her, the mountain walls iridescent with snow in sunshine, the river gleaming with its curious, rapid, serpentine life, in all the peaceful death of winter; everything was as it always had been.  Her mind refused to accept the possibility of her living under other conditions with as irresistible and final a certainty as if she had been called upon to believe she could live with her head separated from her body.

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