It Is Never Too Late to Mend eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 988 pages of information about It Is Never Too Late to Mend.

It Is Never Too Late to Mend eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 988 pages of information about It Is Never Too Late to Mend.

When she had repeated this in his ear their grandfather looked up for a moment.  “George, fetch me some snuff from where you’re going.”

A spasm crossed George’s face; he was not to have a word of good omen from the aged man.

“Friends,” said he, looking appealingly to all the rest, Meadows included, “I wanted him to say God bless you, but snuff is all his thought now.  Well, old man, George won’t forget your last word, such as ’tis.”

In a hutch near a corner of the house was William’s pointer, Carlo.  Carlo, observing by the general movement that there was something on foot, had the curiosity to come out to the end of his chain, and as he stood there, giving every now and then a little uncertain wag of his tail, George took notice of him and came to him and patted his head.

“Good-by, Carlo,” faltered George, “poor Carlo—­you and I shall never go after the partridges again, Carlo.  The dog shows more understanding than the Christian.  By, Carlo.”  Then he looked wistfully at William’s dog, but he said nothing more.

William watched every look of George, but he said nothing at the time.

“Good-by, little village church, where I went to church man and boy; good-by, churchyard, where my mother lies; there will be no church bells, Susan, where I am going; no Sunday bells to remind me of my soul and home.”

These words, which he spoke with great difficulty, were hardly out of young Fielding’s mouth when a very painful circumstance occurred; one of those things that seem the contrivance of some malignant spirit.  The church bells in a moment struck up their merriest peal!

George Fielding started, he turned pale and his lips trembled.  “Are they mocking me?” he cried.  “Do they take a thought what I am going through this moment, the hard-hearted—­”

“No, no, no!” cried William; “don’t think it, George; I know what ’tis—­I’ll tell ye.”

“What’s it?”

“Well, it is—­well, George, it is Tom Clarke and Esther Borgherst married to-day.  Only they couldn’t have the ringers till the afternoon.”

“Why, Will, they have only kept company a year, and Susan and I have kept company three years; and Tom and Esther are married to-day; and what are George and Susan doing to-day?  God help me!  Oh, God help me!  What shall I do? what shall I do?” And the stout heart gave way, and George Fielding covered his face with his hands and burst out sobbing and crying.

Susan flung her arms round his neck.  “Oh!  George, my pride is all gone; don’t go, don’t think to go; have pity on us both, and don’t go.”  And she clung to him—­her bonnet fallen off, her hair disheveled—­and they sobbed and wept in one another’s arms.

Meadows writhed with the jealous anguish this sad sight gave him, and at that moment he could have cursed the whole creation.  He tried to fly, but he was rooted to the spot.  He leaned sick as death against the palings.

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