Sylvia's Lovers

That very evening Kester came, humbly knocking at the kitchen-door.

Phoebe opened it. He asked to see Sylvia.

'A know not if she'll see thee,' said Phoebe. 'There's no makin' her

out; sometimes she's for one thing, sometimes she's for another.' 'She bid me come and see her,' said Kester. 'Only this mornin', at

missus' buryin', she telled me to come.' So Phoebe went off to inform Sylvia that Kester was there; and

returned with the desire that he would walk into the parlour. An

instant after he was gone, Phoebe heard him return, and carefully

shut the two doors of communication between the kitchen and

sitting-room.

Sylvia was in the latter when Kester came in, holding her baby close

to her; indeed, she seldom let it go now-a-days to any one else,

making Nancy's place quite a sinecure, much to Phoebe's indignation.

Sylvia's face was shrunk, and white, and thin; her lovely eyes alone

retained the youthful, almost childlike, expression. She went up to

Kester, and shook his horny hand, she herself trembling all over.

'Don't talk to me of her,' she said hastily. 'I cannot stand it.

It's a blessing for her to be gone, but, oh----' She began to cry, and then cheered herself up, and swallowed down

her sobs.

'Kester,' she went on, hastily, 'Charley Kinraid isn't dead; dost ta

know? He's alive, and he were here o' Tuesday--no, Monday, was it? I

cannot tell--but he were here!' 'A knowed as he weren't dead. Every one is a-speaking on it. But a

didn't know as thee'd ha' seen him. A took comfort i' thinkin' as

thou'd ha' been wi' thy mother a' t' time as he were i' t' place.' 'Then he's gone?' said Sylvia.

'Gone; ay, days past. As far as a know, he but stopped a' neet. A

thought to mysel' (but yo' may be sure a said nought to nobody),

he's heerd as our Sylvia were married, and has put it in his pipe,

and ta'en hissel' off to smoke it.' 'Kester!' said Sylvia, leaning forwards, and whispering. 'I saw him.

He was here. Philip saw him. Philip had known as he wasn't dead a'

this time!' Kester stood up suddenly.

'By goom, that chap has a deal t' answer for.' A bright red spot was on each of Sylvia's white cheeks; and for a

minute or so neither of them spoke.

Then she went on, still whispering out her words.

'Kester, I'm more afeared than I dare tell any one: can they ha'

met, think yo'? T' very thought turns me sick. I told Philip my

mind, and took a vow again' him--but it would be awful to think on

harm happening to him through Kinraid. Yet he went out that morning,

and has niver been seen or heard on sin'; and Kinraid were just fell

again' him, and as for that matter, so was I; but----' The red spot vanished as she faced her own imagination.