'Well, Bessy, how are you? Better, I hope, now the wind has

changed.' 'Better and not better, if yo' know what that means.' 'Not exactly,' replied Margaret, smiling.

'I'm better in not being torn to pieces by coughing o'nights, but

I'm weary and tired o' Milton, and longing to get away to the

land o' Beulah; and when I think I'm farther and farther off, my

heart sinks, and I'm no better; I'm worse.' Margaret turned round

to walk alongside of the girl in her feeble progress homeward.

But for a minute or two she did not speak. At last she said in a

low voice, 'Bessy, do you wish to die?' For she shrank from death herself,

with all the clinging to life so natural to the young and

healthy.

Bessy was silent in her turn for a minute or two. Then she

replied, 'If yo'd led the life I have, and getten as weary of it as I

have, and thought at times, "maybe it'll last for fifty or sixty

years--it does wi' some,"--and got dizzy and dazed, and sick, as

each of them sixty years seemed to spin about me, and mock me

with its length of hours and minutes, and endless bits o'

time--oh, wench! I tell thee thou'd been glad enough when th'

doctor said he feared thou'd never see another winter.' 'Why, Bessy, what kind of a life has yours been?' 'Nought worse than many others, I reckon. Only I fretted again

it, and they didn't.' 'But what was it? You know, I'm a stranger here, so perhaps I'm

not so quick at understanding what you mean as if I'd lived all

my life at Milton.' 'If yo'd ha' come to our house when yo' said yo' would, I could

maybe ha' told you. But father says yo're just like th' rest on

'em; it's out o' sight out o' mind wi' you.' 'I don't know who the rest are; and I've been very busy; and, to

tell the truth, I had forgotten my promise--' 'Yo' offered it! we asked none of it.' 'I had forgotten what I said for the time,' continued Margaret

quietly. 'I should have thought of it again when I was less busy.

May I go with you now?' Bessy gave a quick glance at Margaret's

face, to see if the wish expressed was really felt. The sharpness

in her eye turned to a wistful longing as she met Margaret's soft

and friendly gaze.

'I ha' none so many to care for me; if yo' care yo' may come.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024