"We've struggled, we've suffered," his wife went on; "but you've
made him so your own that we've already been through the worst of
the sacrifice."
Morgan had turned away from his father - he stood looking at
Pemberton with a light in his face. His sense of shame for their
common humiliated state had dropped; the case had another side -
the thing was to
clutch at THAT. He had a moment of
boyish joy,
scarcely mitigated by the reflexion that with this unexpected
consecration of his hope - too sudden and too
violent; the turn
taken was away from a GOOD boy's book - the "escape" was left on
their hands. The
boyish joy was there an
instant, and Pemberton
was almost scared at the rush of
gratitude and
affection that broke
through his first abasement. When he stammered "My dear fellow,
what do you say to THAT?" how could one not say something
enthusiastic? But there was more need for courage at something
else that immediately followed and that made the lad sit down
quietly on the nearest chair. He had turned quite livid and had
raised his hand to his left side. They were all three looking at
him, but Mrs. Moreen suddenly bounded forward. "Ah his darling
little heart!" she broke out; and this time, on her knees before
him and without respect for the idol, she caught him ardently in
her arms. "You walked him too far, you
hurried him too fast!" she
hurled over her shoulder at Pemberton. Her son made no protest,
and the next
instant, still
holding him, she
sprang up with her
face convulsed and with the terrified cry "Help, help! he's going,
he's gone!" Pemberton saw with equal
horror, by Morgan's own
stricken face, that he was beyond their wildest recall. He pulled
him half out of his mother's hands, and for a moment, while they
held him together, they looked all their
dismay into each other's
eyes, "He couldn't stand it with his weak organ," said Pemberton -
"the shock, the whole scene, the
violent emotion."
"But I thought he WANTED to go to you!", wailed Mrs. Moreen.
"I TOLD you he didn't, my dear," her husband made answer. Mr.
Moreen was trembling all over and was in his way as deeply affected
as his wife. But after the very first he took his bereavement as a
man of the world.
End