J. Cole Part 5
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By this time help had arrived, and once more the police took possession of us, as it were.
Of course, _now_ everything was explained. The burglars had evidently entered Joe's room, and Bogie, being in his arms, had barked, and wakened him. A few blows had soon silenced poor Bogie, and a gag and cords had done the same for Joe.
When the man saw me from the kitchen window he must have known that help would soon come, and to prevent Joe giving information too soon they had hastily seized him, bed-clothes and all, and put him into that cellar, to starve if he were not discovered.
Perhaps they did not really mean to kill the poor child, and if we had been in the habit of using that cellar we might have found him in a few hours or less; but, unfortunately, it was a place we never used, it reached far under the street, and was too large for our use. Our coal-cellar was a much smaller one, inside the scullery; the door of poor Joe's prison closed with a common latch.
Had there been any doubt in the detective's mind as to Joe's guilt, he might have taken more trouble, and searched for him, even there; but from the first everybody but ourselves had been sure Joe had escaped with the burglars, so the cellar remained unsearched.
Mrs. Wilson, wis.h.i.+ng to spare me the smell of the apples, thought that cellar, being outside the house, a very suitable place for them, and on opening the door had caught sight of something in the distant corner, and sent Mary to see what it was. Then arose those fearful shrieks we had heard, and Mary had rushed out of the cellar half mad with fright.
In less time than it has taken me to relate this, Joe was laid on the rug before the drawing-room fire, and I summoned courage to look on the changed face.
"Could that be Joe--so white, so drawn, so still?"
Dr. Loring was kneeling by the little form, chafing and straightening the poor stiffened arms, so bent with their cruel pinioning behind the shoulders.
"Doctor," I said, "why do you do any more? Nothing can bring back the poor fellow, murdered while doing his duty." Then I, too, knelt down, and took the poor cold hands in mine,
"Oh, my poor child!" I cried, "my little brave heart; who dared say you were false? Let those who doubted you look at you now, with dry eyes, if they can."
"My dear," said Dr. Loring suddenly, "have you always hot water in your bathroom?"
"Yes, doctor," I said; "yes. Why do you ask? Do you mean--is it possible--there is life?" And I took Joe's little head in my arms, and forgot he was only a servant, only a poor, common little page-boy.
I only know I pressed him to my breast, and called him by all the endearing names I used to call my own children in after years, when G.o.d gave me some, and kissed his white forehead in my joy at the blessed ray of hope.
No want of willing arms to carry Joe up-stairs. Mrs. Wilson had the bath filled before the doctor was in the room with his light burden.
"A few drops of brandy, to moisten the lips, first of all," said the good doctor, "then the bath and gentle friction; there is certainly life in him."
Now my good sister's clever nursing proved invaluable. All that night we fought every inch of ground, as it were, with our grim enemy; the dear, good doctor never relaxed in his efforts to bring back life to the cramped limbs. The burglars had unknowingly helped to keep alight Joe's feeble spark of life by wrapping the blankets round him; they had meant, no doubt, to stifle any sound he might make; but by keeping him from actual contact with the stone floor, and protecting him from the cold, they had given him his little chance of life.
Oh, how I blessed that kind thought of Dr. Loring's to bring me a barrel of apples! Had there been no occasion to open the cellar-door, Joe would have died before another morning had dawned, died! starved! What a horrible death! And to know that within a few steps were food, warmth, and kind hearts--hearts even then saddened by his absence, and grieving for him. What hours of agony he must have pa.s.sed in the cold and darkness, hearing the footsteps of pa.s.sers-by above his living tomb, and feeling the pangs of hunger and thirst. What weeks those three days must have seemed to him in their fearful darkness, until insensibility mercifully came to his aid, and hushed his senses to oblivion.
Morning was far advanced when, at last, Joe's eyelids began to flutter, and his eyes opened a very little, to close again immediately; even the subdued light we had let into the room being too much for him to bear after so long a darkness; but in that brief glance he had recognized me, and seeing his lips move, I bent my head close to them.
Only a faint murmuring came, but I distinguished the words:
"Missis, I couldn't 'elp it! Forgive me. Say 'Our Father.'"
I knelt down, and as well as I could for the tears that almost choked me, repeated that most simple, yet all-satisfying pet.i.tion to the Throne of Grace.
Meanwhile the doctor held Joe's wrist, and my sister, at a sign from him, put a few drops of nourishment between the pale lips.
"My dear," at length said the doctor, "did you say the boy's brother was in London?"
"Yes," I replied, "but I have no address, as I expect him here this morning."
"That is well; he may be in time."
"In time?" I repeated; "in time for what? Is he dying? Can nothing be done?"
The good doctor looked again with moistened eyes on the little white face, and said sadly--
"I fear not, but the sight of this brother he seems to have such a strong love for may rouse him for a while. As it is, he is sinking fast.
I can do no more, he is beyond human skill; but love and G.o.d's help may yet save him. Poor little fellow, he has done his duty n.o.bly, and even to die doing _that_ is an enviable fate; but we want such boys as this to live, and show others the way."
There was a slight sound at the room door, and on turning round I saw d.i.c.k--d.i.c.k with wild, dumb entreaty in his eyes.
I pointed to the bed, and with a whispered "Hus.h.!.+" beckoned him to enter.
The shock of seeing his loved little lad so changed was too much for even his man's courage, for, with a cry he in vain strove to smother, he sunk on his knees with his face hidden in his hands.
But only for a moment he let his grief overcome him; then, rising, he took Joe's little form in his arms, and in a voice to which love gave the softest and gentlest tones said:--
"Joe, lad! Joe, little chap! here's d.i.c.k. Look at poor old d.i.c.k. Don't you know him? Don't go away without sayin' good-by to d.i.c.k wot loves you."
Slowly a little fluttering smile parted the lips, and the blue eyes unclosed once more. "d.i.c.k!" he gasped; "I wanted to tell you, d.i.c.k, but--I--can't. I--ain't--forgot. 'Own--up--to--it--wotever'--I minded it all. Kiss me--d.i.c.k. G.o.d--bless--missis. d.i.c.k--take me--home--to--mother!"
And with a gentle sigh, in the arms of the brother he loved, Joe fell into a deep sleep, a sleep from which we all feared he would no more awake on earth, and we watched him, fearing almost to move.
d.i.c.k held him in his arms all that morning, and presently towards noon the doctor took the little wrist, and found the pulse still feebly beating; a smile lit up his good, kind face, and he whispered to me, "There is hope."
"Thank G.o.d!" I whispered back, and ran away into my own room to sob out grateful prayers of thanksgiving to Heaven for having spared the life so nearly lost to us.
When I went back, Joe had just begun to awaken, and was looking up into his beloved d.i.c.k's face, murmuring: "Why, it's d.i.c.k. Are you a-crying about _me_, d.i.c.k? Don't cry--I'm all right--I'm only so tired."
And having drank some wine the doctor had ordered should be given him, he nestled close to d.i.c.k's breast, and again fell into a sweet sleep, a better, life-giving sleep this time, for the faint color came to his pale little lips, and presently d.i.c.k laid him down on the pillows, and rested his own weary arms. He would not move from Joe's side for fear, he might wake and miss him, but for many hours our little fellow slept peacefully, and so gradually came back to life.
We never quite knew the particulars of the robbery, for, when Joe was well enough to talk, we avoided speaking of it. Dr. Loring said, "The boy only partly remembers it, like a dream, and it is better he should forget it altogether; he will do so when he gets stronger. Send him home to his mother for a while; and if he returns to you, let it be to the country house where there is nothing to remind him of all this."
Joe did get strong, and came back to us, but no longer as a page-boy; he was under-gardener, and his time was spent among his favorite flowers and pet animals, until one day d.i.c.k wrote to say his father had bought more land to be laid out in gardens, and if Joe could be spared he and d.i.c.k could work together, and in time set up for themselves in the business.
So Joe left us, but not to forget us, or be forgotten. On each anniversary of my birthday I find a bunch of magnificent roses on my breakfast table--"With J. and R. Cole's respectful duty," and I know the sender is a fine, strong young market-gardener; but sometimes I look back a few years, and instead of the lovely roses, and the big, healthy giver, I seem to see a faded dusty bunch of wild-flowers, held towards me by the little hot hand of a tired child with large blue eyes, and I hear a timid voice say, "Please'm, it's J. Cole; and I've come to stay with yer!"
THE END.
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