It Is Never Too Late to Mend Part 54
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"I have never been hard upon you. You ought to be here every day, but the pay is small and I have never insisted on it, because I said he can't afford to leave patients that pay."
"No, Mr. Hawes, and I am much obliged to you."
"Are you? Then tell me--between ourselves now--how ill is he?"
"He has got bilious fever consequent upon jaundice."
Hawes lowered his voice. "Is he in danger?"
"In danger? Why, no, not at present."
"Oh! then it is only an indisposition after all."
"It is a great deal more than that--it is fever and bile."
"Can't you tell me in two words how ill he is?"
"Not till I see how the case turns."
"When will you be able to say then?"
"When the disorder declares itself more fully."
Hawes exploded in an oath. "You humbugs of doctors couldn't speak plain to save yourselves from hanging."
There was some truth in this ill-natured excuse. After fifteen years given to the science of obscurity Mr. Sawyer literally could not speak plain all in one moment.
The next morning there was no service in the chapel, the chaplain was in bed. This spoke for itself, and Hawes wore a look of grim satisfaction at the announcement.
But this was not all. In the afternoon came a letter from Mr. Williams with a large inclosure signed by her majesty's secretary's secretary, and written by her secretary's secretary's secretary.
Its precise contents will be related elsewhere. Its tendency may be gathered from this.
Hawes had no sooner read it than exultation painted itself on his countenance.
"Close the infirmary and bring me the key. And you, Fry, put these numbers on the cranks to-morrow." He scribbled with his pencil, and gave him a long list of the proscribed.
No Mr. Eden shone now upon Mr. Robinson's solitude. He waited, and waited, and hoped till the day ended, but no! The next day the same thing. He longed for Mr. Eden's hour to come; it came, but not with it came his one bit of suns.h.i.+ne, his excitement, his amus.e.m.e.nt, his consolation, his friend, his brother, his all. And so one heavy day succeeded another, and Robinson became fretful, and very, very sad.
One day, as he sat disconsolate and foreboding in his cell, he heard a stranger's voice talking to Fry outside. And what was more strange, Fry appeared to be inviting this person to inspect the cells. The next moment his door was opened, and a figure peeped timidly into the cell from behind Fry, whose arm she clutched in some anxiety. Robinson looked up--it was Susan Merton. She did not instantly know him in his prison dress and his curly hair cut short; he hung his head, and this action and the recognition it implied made her recognize him. "Oh!" cried she, "it is Mr. Robinson!"
The thief turned his face to the wall. Even he was ashamed before one who had known him as Mr. Robinson; but the next moment he got up and said earnestly,
"Pray, Miss Merton, do me a favor--you had always a kind heart Ask that man what has become of Mr. Eden--he will answer you."
"Mr. Robinson," cried Susan, "I have no need to ask Mr. Fry. I am staying at Mr. Eden's house. He is very ill, Mr. Robinson."
"Ah! I feared as much! he never would have deserted me else. What is the trouble?"
"You may well say trouble! it is the prison that has fretted him to death," cried Susan, half bitterly, half sorrowfully.
"But he will get well! it is not serious?" inquired Robinson anxiously.
Fry p.r.i.c.ked his ears.
"He is very ill, Mr. Robinson," and Susan sighed heavily.
"I'll pray for him. He has taught me to pray--all the poor fellows will pray for him that know how. Miss Merton, good for nothing as I am, I would die for Mr. Eden this minute if I could save his life by it."
Susan thought of this speech afterward. Now she but said, "I will tell him what you say."
"And won't you bring me one word back from his dear mouth?"
"Yes! I will! good-by, Mr. Robinson." Robinson tried to say good-by, but it stuck in his throat, Susan retired, and his cell seemed darker than ever.
Mr. Eden lay stricken with fever. He had been what most of us would have called ill long before this. The day of Carter's crucifixion was a fatal day to him. On that day for the first time he saw a crucifixion without being sick after it. The poor soul congratulated himself so on this; but there is reason to think that same sickness acted as a safety-valve to his nature; when it ceased the bile overflowed and mixed with his blood, producing that horrible complaint jaundice. Even then if the causes of grief and wrong had ceased he might perhaps have had no dangerous attack. But everything was against him; constant grief, constant worry and constant preternatural exertions to sustain others while drooping himself. Even those violent efforts of will by which he thrust back for a time the approaches of his malady told heavily upon him at last. The thorough-bred horse ran much longer than a c.o.c.ktail would, but he could not run forever.
He lay unshaven, hollow-eyed and sallow. Mrs. Davies and Susan watched him by turns, except when he compelled them to go and take a little rest or amus.e.m.e.nt. The poor thing's thoughts were never on himself, even when he was light-headed, and this was often, though not for long together.
It was generally his poor prisoners, and what he was going to do for them.
This is how Susan Merton came to visit Robinson. One day, seeing his great interest in all that concerned the prison, and remembering there was a book addressed to one of the officers, Susan, who longed to do something, however small, to please him, determined to take this book to its destination. Leaving Mrs. Davies with a strict injunction not to stir from Mr. Eden's room till she came back, she went to the prison and knocked timidly at the great door. It was opened instantly, and as Susan fancied, fiercely, by a burly figure. Susan, suppressing an inclination to run away, asked tremulously:
"Does Mr. Fry live here?"
"Yes."
"Can I speak to him?"
"Yes. Come in, miss."
Susan stepped in.
The man slammed the door.
Susan wished herself on its other side.
"My name is Fry. What is your pleasure with me?"
"Mr. Fry, I am so glad I have found you. I am come here from a friend of yours."
"From a friend of mine??!!" said Fry, with a mystified air.
"Yes; from Mr. Eden. Here is the book, Mr. Fry; poor Mr. Eden could not bring it you himself, but you see he has written your name on the cover with his own hand."
Fry took the book from Susan's hand, and in so doing observed that she was lovely; so to make her a return for bringing him "Uncle Tom," and for being so pretty, Fry for once in his life felt generous, and repaid her by volunteering to show her the prison--indulgent Fry!
To his surprise Susan did not jump at this remuneration. On the contrary, she said hastily:
"Oh! no! no! no!"
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