The Right of Way Part 58
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"I wonder!" she said, with a sigh of relief, as they pa.s.sed the bounds of the village. Then she caught herself flus.h.i.+ng, for she suddenly realised that the exclamation was one so often on the lips of a dead, disgraced man whose name she once had borne.
If the door of the little room upstairs had opened to the fingers of the man beside her, the tailor of Chaudiere, though dead, would have been dearly avenged.
CHAPTER LXI. THE CURE SPEAKS
The Cure stood with his back to the ruins of the church, at his feet two newly made graves, and all round, with wistful faces, crowds of reverent habitants. A benignant sorrow made his voice in perfect temper with the pensive striving of this latest day of spring. At the close of his address he said:
"I owe you much, my people. I owe him more, for it was given him, who knew not G.o.d, to teach us how to know Him better. For his past, it is not given you to know. It is hidden in the bosom of the Church. Sinner he once was, criminal never, as one can testify who knows all"--he turned to the Abbe Rossignol, who stood beside him, grave and compa.s.sionate--"and his sins were forgiven him. He is the one sheaf which you and I may carry home rejoicing from the pagan world of unbelief. What he had in life he gave to us, and in death he leaves to our church all that he has not left to a woman he loved--to Rosalie Evanturel."
There was a gasping murmur among the people, but they stilled again, and strained to hear.
"He leaves her a little fortune, and to us all else he had. Let us pray for his soul, and let us comfort her who, loving deeply, reaped no harvest of love.
"The law may never reach his ruthless murderers, for there is none to recognise their faces; and were they ten times punished, how should it avail us now! Let us always remember that, in his grave, our friend bears on his breast the little iron cross we held so dear. That is all we could give--our dearest treasure. I pray G.o.d that, scarring his breast in life, it may heal all his woes in death, and be a saving image on his bosom in the Presence at the last."
He raised his hands in benediction.
EPILOGUE
Never again was there a Pa.s.sion Play in the Chaudiere Valley.
Spring-times and harvests and long winters came and went, and a blessing seemed to be upon the valley, for men prospered, and no untoward things befel the people. So it was for twenty years, wherein there had been going and coming in quiet. Some had gone upon short mortal journeys and had come back, some upon long immortal voyages, and had never returned.
Of the last were the Seigneur and a woman once a Magdalene; but in a house beside a beautiful church, with a n.o.ble doorway, lived the Cure, M. Loisel, aged and serene. There never was a day, come rain or s.h.i.+ne, in which he was not visited by a beautiful woman, whose life was one with the people of the valley.
There was no sorrow in the parish which the lady did not share, with the help of an old Irishwoman called Mrs. Flynn. Was there sickness in the parish, her hand smoothed the pillow and soothed the pain. Was there trouble anywhere, her face brought light to the door way. Did any suffer ill-repute, her word helped to restore the ruined name. They did not know that she forgave so much in all the world, because she thought she had so much in herself to forgive.
She was ever called "Madame Rosalie," and she cherished the name, and gave commands that when her grave came to be made near to a certain other grave, Madame Rosalie should be carved upon the stone.
Cheerfulness and serenity were ever with her, undisturbed by wish to probe the mystery of the life which had once absorbed her own. She never sought to know whence the man came; it was sufficient to know whither he had gone, and that he had been hers for a brief dream of life. It was better to have lived the one short thrilling hour with all its pain, than never to have known what she knew or felt what she had felt. The mystery deepened her romance, and she was even glad that the ruffians who slew him were never brought to justice. To her mind they were but part of the mystic machinery of fate.
For her the years had given many compensations, and so she told the Cure, one midsummer day, when she brought to visit him the orphaned son of Paulette Dubois, graduated from his college in France and making ready to go to the far East.
"I have had more than I deserve--a thousand times," she said.
The Cure smiled, and laid a gentle hand upon her own. "It is right for you to think so," he said, "but after a long life, I am ready to say that, one way or another, we earn all the real happiness we have. I mean the real happiness--the moments, my child. I once had a moment full of happiness."
"May I ask?" she said.
"When my heart first went out to him"--he turned his face towards the churchyard.
"He was a great man," she said proudly.
The Cure looked at her benignly: she was a woman, and she had loved the man. He had, however, come to a stage of life where greatness alone seemed of little moment. He forbore to answer her, but he pressed her hand.
ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
A left-handed boy is all right in the world Always hoping the best from the worst of us d.a.m.nable propinquity Good fathers think they have good daughters Have not we all something to hide--with or without shame?
He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone He had had acquaintances, but never friends.h.i.+ps, and never loves Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Importunity with discretion was his motto In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting It is good to live, isn't it?
Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop Pathetically in earnest Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick"
Suspicion, the bane of sick old age Things that once charmed charm less Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows!
Youth is the only comrade for youth Youth is the only comrade for youth
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