Lost Lenore Part 35

"Martha!" cried my mother, "go and bring a policeman!"

The young girl had been gazing at me, long and earnestly. She continued her gaze, without heeding the command thus addressed to her.

"Mother," rejoined she, after an interval, "we have seen this man before; I'm sure I have."

"Did you not once live in Dublin, sir?" she asked, turning to me.

"Yes, I once lived there--when a boy," I answered.

"Then I must be mistaken," said she; "but I really thought I had seen you there."

There was something so very absurd in this remark, that I could not help noticing it--even in my abstracted state of mind; and this very absurdity had the effect of awakening me from my reverie.

It then suddenly occurred to the young girl, that she had not been in Dublin since she was a child herself; and, at the time she left that city, a young man of my appearance could not have been much more than a boy.

"Perhaps, I am right after all?" said she. "I do believe that I've seen you in Dublin. Mother!" she added, turning to the old lady; "He knows who we are."

Martha's first remark--about having seen me in Dublin--brought upon me the earnest gaze of my mother. She had often told me that when a man I would look like my father; and perhaps my features awakened within her some recollections of the past.

She came up to me; and, speaking in a low, earnest voice, said: "Tell me who you are!"

I arose to my feet, trembling in every limb.

"Tell me who you are! What is your name?" she exclaimed--becoming nearly as much excited as myself.

I could no longer refrain from declaring myself; and I made answer:--

"I am the Rolling Stone."

Had I been a small and weak man, I should have been crushed and suffocated by the embraces of my mother and sister--so demonstrative were they in their expressions of surprise and joy!

As soon as our excitement had, to some extent, subsided; and we were able to converse a rational manner, I inquired after my brother William.

"I left him apprenticed to a harness-maker in Liverpool," answered my mother.

"But where is he now?" I asked; "that was long ago."

My mother began to weep; and Martha made answer for her.

"William ran away from his master; and we have never heard of him since."

I requested to be informed what efforts had been made to find him. I was then told that my mother had written two or three times to the harness-maker; and from him had learnt that he had used every exertion, to discover the whereabouts of his runaway apprentice, but without success.

It appeared that my mother never liked to hear any one speak of William: for she had some unpleasant regrets at having left him behind her in Liverpool.

I consoled her, by saying that I had plenty of money, that William should be advertised for, and found; and that we should all again live happily together--as we had in years long gone by.

In all my life I was never more happy than on that evening. The future was full of hope.

It was true that much had yet to be done before my purposes could be fully accomplished. But a man with nothing to do, cannot be contented.

We must ever have something to attain, or life is not worth the having.

I had yet something to live for. I had still a task to perform that might require much time and toil. I had yet to win Lenore!

Volume Two, Chapter XVI.

MYSTIFIED BY MARTHA.

The next day I had a long conversation with my mother--as to what we should do in the future.

It resulted in my proposing, that we should return immediately to Liverpool.

"No! no!" protested she, with an eagerness that astonished me; "I cannot think of that. I must wait for the return of my husband."

"Your husband!"

"Yes! yes! Mr Leary. He has gone to California; but I have reason to believe that he will soon be back."

"Now that you have spoken of _him_," said I, "please to tell me all about him; and how he has used you since I left home."

"He has always been very kind to me," she answered, "very kind indeed.

He has gone to the diggings in California, where I have no doubt but what he will do well, and come back with plenty of money."

"But I was told in Dublin that he deserted you there," said I. "Was that very kind indeed?"

"It is true; he did leave me there; but the business was doing badly, and he couldn't help going. I have no doubt but what he was sorry for it afterwards."

"Then you followed him here, and lived with him again?"

"Yes; and we were very happy."

"But I have been told by Mr Davis--whom you know--that he again deserted you here, and ran away to California with another woman. Is that true?"

"He did go to California," answered my foolish mother, "and I suppose that Miss Davis went with him; but I blame her more than him: for I'm sure she led him astray, or he would not have gone with her. However, I'll not say much against her: for I hear she is dead now, poor thing!"

"Knowing that she has deserted you twice, what leads you to think that he will again return to you?"

"Because _I know that he loves me_! He was always so kind and affectionate. The woman, who led him astray, is no longer alive to misguide him; and I know he will comeback to me."

"My poor deceived, trusting, foolish mother!"

I only muttered the words--she did not hear them.

"Besides," continued she, "gold is now being found here in Australia.

Many of the miners are coming home again. I'm sure he will be among them. It is true, he is a little wild for his years; but he will not always be so. He will return to his wife; and we shall be once more happy."

"Mother! Am I to understand that you refuse to accompany me to England?"