"You mentioned Mr.Forley's death,just now,as unexpected.May Iinquire if you were present,and if he has left any last instructions?""Three hours before Mr.Forley's death,"said Mr.Dalcott,"his medical attendant left him apparently in a fair way of recovery.
The change for the worse took place so suddenly,and was accompanied by such severe suffering,to prevent him from communicating his last wishes to any one.When I reached his house,he was insensible.Ihave since examined his papers.Not one of them refers to the present time or to the serious matter which now occupies us.In the absence of instructions I must act cautiously on what you have told me;but I will be rigidly fair and just at the same time.The first thing to be done,"he continued,addressing himself to Trottle,"is to hear what the man and woman,down-stairs,have to say.If you can supply me with writing-materials,I will take their declarations separately on the spot,in your presence,and in the presence of the policeman who is watching the house.To-morrow I will send copies of those declarations,accompanied by a full statement of the case,to Mr.and Mrs.Bayne in Canada (both of whom know me well as the late Mr.Forley's legal adviser);and I will suspend all proceedings,on my part,until I hear from them,or from their solicitor in London.In the present posture of affairs this is all I can safely do."We could do no less than agree with him,and thank him for his frank and honest manner of meeting us.It was arranged that I should send over the writing-materials from my lodgings;and,to my unutterable joy and relief,it was also readily acknowledged that the poor little orphan boy could find no fitter refuge than my old arms were longing to offer him,and no safer protection for the night than my roof could give.Trottle hastened away up-stairs,as actively as if he had been a young man,to fetch the child down.
And he brought him down to me without another moment of delay,and Iwent on my knees before the poor little Mite,and embraced him,and asked him if he would go with me to where I lived?He held me away for a moment,and his wan,shrewd little eyes looked sharp at me.
Then he clung close to me all at once,and said:
"I'm a-going along with you,I am--and so I tell you!"For inspiring the poor neglected child with this trust in my old self,I thanked Heaven,then,with all my heart and soul,and Ithank it now!
I bundled the poor darling up in my own cloak,and I carried him in my own arms across the road.Peggy was lost in speechless amazement to behold me trudging out of breath up-stairs,with a strange pair of poor little legs under my arm;but,she began to cry over the child the moment she saw him,like a sensible woman as she always was,and she still cried her eyes out over him in a comfortable manner,when he at last lay fast asleep,tucked up by my hands in Trottle's bed.
"And Trottle,bless you,my dear man,"said I,kissing his hand,as he looked on:"the forlorn baby came to this refuge through you,and he will help you on your way to Heaven."Trottle answered that I was his dear mistress,and immediately went and put his head out at an open window on the landing,and looked into the back street for a quarter of an hour.
That very night,as I sat thinking of the poor child,and of another poor child who is never to be thought about enough at Christmas-time,the idea came into my mind which I have lived to execute,and in the realisation of which I am the happiest of women this day.
"The executor will sell that House,Trottle?"said I.
"Not a doubt of it,ma'am,if he can find a purchaser.""I'll buy it."
I have often seen Trottle pleased;but,I never saw him so perfectly enchanted as he was when I confided to him,which I did,then and there,the purpose that I had in view.
To make short of a long story--and what story would not be long,coming from the lips of an old woman like me,unless it was made short by main force!--I bought the House.Mrs.Bayne had her father's blood in her;she evaded the opportunity of forgiving and generous reparation that was offered her,and disowned the child;but,I was prepared for that,and loved him all the more for having no one in the world to look to,but me.
I am getting into a flurry by being over-pleased,and I dare say Iam as incoherent as need be.I bought the House,and I altered it from the basement to the roof,and I turned it into a Hospital for Sick Children.
Never mind by what degrees my little adopted boy came to the knowledge of all the sights and sounds in the streets,so familiar to other children and so strange to him;never mind by what degrees he came to be pretty,and childish,and winning,and companionable,and to have pictures and toys about him,and suitable playmates.As I write,I look across the road to my Hospital,and there is the darling (who has gone over to play)nodding at me out of one of the once lonely windows,with his dear chubby face backed up by Trottle's waistcoat as he lifts my pet for "Grandma"to see.
Many an Eye I see in that House now,but it is never in solitude,never in neglect.Many an Eye I see in that House now,that is more and more radiant every day with the light of returning health.As my precious darling has changed beyond deion for the brighter and the better,so do the not less precious darlings of poor women change in that House every day in the year.For which I humbly thank that Gracious Being whom the restorer of the Widow's son and of the Ruler's daughter,instructed all mankind to call their Father.
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