The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come.

The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come.

Mother Turner was sitting in the porch with old Jack at her feet when Chad and Dixie came to the gate—­her bonnet off, her eyes turned toward the West.  The stillness of death lay over the place, and over the strong old face some preternatural sorrow.  She did not rise when she saw Chad, she did not speak when he spoke.  She turned merely and looked at him with a look of helpless suffering.  She knew the question that was on his lips, for she dumbly motioned toward the door and then put her trembling hands on the railing of the porch and bent her face down on them.  With sickening fear, Chad stepped on the threshold—­cap in hand—­and old Jack followed, whimpering.  As his eyes grew accustomed to the dark interior, he could see a sheeted form on a bed in the corner and, on the pillow, a white face.

“Melissa!” he called, brokenly.  A groan from the porch answered him, and, as Chad dropped to his knees, the old woman sobbed aloud.

In low tones, as though in fear they might disturb the dead girl’s sleep, the two talked on the porch.  Brokenly, the old woman told Chad how the girl had sickened and suffered with never a word of complaint.  How, all through the war, she had fought his battles so fiercely that no one dared attack him in her hearing.  How, sick as she was, she had gone, that night, to save his life.  How she had nearly died from the result of cold and exposure and was never the same afterward.  How she worked in the house and in the garden to keep their bodies and souls together, after the old hunter was shot down and her boys were gone to the war.  How she had learned the story of Chad’s mother from old Nathan Cherry’s daughter and how, when the old woman forbade her going to the Bluegrass, she had slipped away and gone afoot to clear his name.  And then the old woman led Chad to where once had grown the rose-bush he had brought Melissa from the Bluegrass, and pointed silently to a box that seemed to have been pressed a few inches into the soft earth, and when Chad lifted it, he saw under it the imprint of a human foot—­his own, made that morning when he held out a rose-leaf to her and she had struck it from his hand and turned him, as an enemy, from her door.

Chad silently went inside and threw open the window to let the last sunlight in:  and he sat there, with his face as changeless as the still face on the pillow, sat there until the sun went down and the darkness came in and closed softly about her.  She had died, the old woman said, with his name on her lips.

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Dolph and Rube had come back and they would take good care of the old mother until the end of her days.  But.  Jack—­what should be done with Jack?  The old dog could follow him no longer.  He could live hardly more than another year, and the old mother wanted him—­to remind her, she said, of Chad and of Melissa, who had loved him.  He patted his faithful old friend tenderly and, when he mounted Dixie, late the next afternoon, Jack started to follow him.

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