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silence which now ensued, Gabriel heard his sisters kissing Perrine, and wishing her good-night. They were all three trying to go asleep again.

ā€œGabriel, pray yourself, and teach your children after you to pray, that your father may find forgiveness where he is now gone. I saw him as plainly as I now see you, kneeling with his knife in one hand over the sleeping man. He was taking the little book with the notes in it out of the strangerā€™s pocket. He got the book into his possession, and held it quite still in his hand for an instant, thinking. I believeā€”oh no! no! Iā€™m sureā€”he was repenting; Iā€™m sure he was going to put the book back; but just at that moment the stranger moved, and raised one of his arms, as if he was waking up. Then the temptation of the devil grew too strong for your fatherā€”I saw him lift the hand with the knife in itā€”but saw nothing more. I couldnā€™t look in at the windowā€”I couldnā€™t move awayā€”I couldnā€™t cry out; I stood with my back turned toward the house, shivering all over, though it was a warm summer-time, and hearing no cries, no noises at all, from the room behind me. I was too frightened to know how long it was before the opening of the cottage door made me turn round; but when I did, I saw your father standing before me in the yellow moonlight, carrying in his arms the bleeding body of the poor lad who had shared his food with us and slept on our hearth. Hush! hush! Donā€™t groan and sob in that way! Stifle it with the bedclothes. Hush! youā€™ll wake them in the next room!ā€

ā€œGabrielā€”Gabriel!ā€ exclaimed a voice from behind the partition. ā€œWhat has happened? Gabriel! let me come out and be with you!ā€

ā€œNo! no!ā€ cried the old man, collecting the last remains of his strength in the attempt to speak above the wind, which was just then howling at the loudest; ā€œstay where you areā€”donā€™t speak, donā€™t come outā€”I command you! Gabrielā€ (his voice dropped to a faint whisper), ā€œraise me up in bedā€”you must hear the whole of it now; raise me; Iā€™m choking so that I can hardly speak. Keep close and listenā€”I canā€™t say much more. Where was I?ā€”Ah, your father! He threatened to kill me if I didnā€™t swear to keep it secret; and in terror of my life I swore. He made me help him to carry the bodyā€”we took it all across the heathā€”oh! horrible, horrible, under the bright moonā€”(lift me higher, Gabriel). You know the great stones yonder, set up by the heathens; you know the hollow place under the stones they call ā€˜The Merchantā€™s Tableā€™; we had plenty of room to lay him in that, and hide him so; and then we ran back to the cottage. I never dared to go near the place afterward; no, nor your father either! (Higher, Gabriel! Iā€™m choking again.) We burned the pocketbook and the knapsackā€”never knew his nameā€”we kept the money to spend. (Youā€™re not lifting me; youā€™re not listening close enough!) Your father said it was a legacy, when you and your mother asked about the money. (You hurt me, you shake me to pieces, Gabriel, when you sob like that.) It brought a curse on us, the money; the curse has drowned your father and your brother; the curse is killing me; but Iā€™ve confessedā€”tell the priest I confessed before I died. Stop her; stop Perrine! I hear her getting up. Take his bones away from the Merchantā€™s Table, and bury them for the love of God! and tell the priest (lift me higher, lift me till I am on my knees)ā€”if your father was alive, heā€™d murder me; but tell the priestā€”because of my guilty soulā€”to pray, andā€”remember the Merchantā€™s Tableā€”to bury, and to prayā€”to pray always forā€”ā€

As long as Perrine heard faintly the whispering of the old man, though no word that he said reached her ear, she shrank from opening the door in the partition. But, when the whispering sounds, which terrified her she knew not how or why, first faltered, then ceased altogether; when she heard the sobs that followed them; and when her heart told her who was weeping in the next roomā€”then, she began to be influenced by a new feeling which was stronger than the strongest fear, and she opened the door without hesitation, almost without trembling.

The coverlet was drawn up over the old man; Gabriel was kneeling by the bedside, with his face hidden. When she spoke to him, he neither answered nor looked at her. After a while the sobs that shook him ceased; but still he never moved, except once when she touched him, and then he shudderedā€”shuddered under her hand! She called in his little sisters, and they spoke to him, and still he uttered no word in reply. They wept. One by one, often and often, they entreated him with loving words; but the stupor of grief which held him speechless and motionless was beyond the power of human tears, stronger even than the strength of human love.

It was near daybreak, and the storm was lulling, but still no change occurred at the bedside. Once or twice, as Perrine knelt near Gabriel, still vainly endeavoring to arouse him to a sense of her presence, she thought she heard the old man breathing feebly, and stretched out her hand toward the coverlet; but she could not summon courage to touch him or to look at him. This was the first time she had ever been present at a death-bed; the stillness in the room, the stupor of despair that had seized on Gabriel, so horrified her, that she was almost as helpless as the two children by her side. It was not till the dawn looked in at the cottage windowā€”so coldly, so drearily, and yet so re-assuringlyā€”that she began to recover her self-possession at all. Then she knew that her best resource would be to summon assistance immediately from the nearest house. While she was trying to persuade the two children to remain alone in the cottage with Gabriel during her temporary absence, she was startled by the sound of footsteps outside the door. It opened, and a man appeared on the threshold, standing still there for a moment in the dim, uncertain light.

She looked closerā€”looked intently at him. It was Francois Sarzeau himself.

CHAPTER II.

The fisherman was dripping with wet; but his face, always pale and inflexible, seemed to be but little altered in expression by the perils through which he must have passed during the night. Young Pierre lay almost insensible in his arms. In the astonishment and fright of the first moment, Perrine screamed as she recognized him.

ā€œThere, there, there!ā€ he said, peevishly, advancing straight to the hearth with his burden; ā€œdonā€™t make a noise. You never expected to see us alive again, I dare say. We gave ourselves up as lost, and only escaped after all by a miracle.ā€

He laid the boy down where he could get the full warmth of the fire; and then, turning round, took a wicker-covered bottle from his pocket, and said, ā€œIf it hadnā€™t been for the brandyā€”ā€ He stopped suddenlyā€”startedā€”put down the bottle on the bench near himā€”and advanced quickly to the bedside.

Perrine looked after him as he went; and saw Gabriel, who had risen when the door was opened, moving back from the bed as Francois approached. The young manā€™s face seemed to have been suddenly struck to stoneā€”its blank, ghastly whiteness was awful to look at. He moved slowly backward and backward till he came to the cottage wallā€”then stood quite still, staring on his father with wild, vacant eyes, moving his hands to and fro before him, muttering, but never pronouncing one audible word.

Francois did not appear to notice his son; he had the coverlet of the bed in his hand.

ā€œAnything the matter here?ā€ he asked, as he drew it down.

Still Gabriel could not speak. Perrine saw it, and answered for him.

ā€œGabriel is afraid that his poor grandfather is dead,ā€ she whispered, nervously.

ā€œDead!ā€ There was no sorrow in the tone as he echoed the word. ā€œWas he very bad in the night before his death happened? Did he wander in his mind? He has been rather light-headed lately.ā€

ā€œHe was very restless, and spoke of the ghostly warnings that we all know of; he said he saw and heard many things which told him from the other world that you and Pierreā€” Gabriel!ā€ she screamed, suddenly interrupting herself, ā€œlook at him! Look at his face! Your grandfather is not dead!ā€

At this moment, Francois was raising his fatherā€™s head to look closely at him. A faint spasm had indeed passed over the deathly face; the lips quivered, the jaw dropped. Francois shuddered as he looked, and moved away hastily from the bed. At the same instant Gabriel started from the wall; his expression altered, his pale cheeks flushed suddenly, as he snatched up the wicker-cased bottle, and poured all the little brandy that was left in it down his grandfatherā€™s throat.

The effect was nearly instantaneous; the sinking vital forces rallied desperately. The old manā€™s eyes opened again, wandered round the room, then fixed themselves intently on Francois as he stood near the fire. Trying and terrible as his position was at that moment, Gabriel still retained self-possession enough to whisper a few words in Perrineā€™s ear. ā€œGo back again into the bedroom, and take the children with you,ā€ he said. ā€œWe may have something to speak about which you had better not hear.ā€

ā€œSon Gabriel, your grandfather is trembling all over,ā€ said Francois. ā€œIf he is dying at all, he is dying of cold; help me to lift him, bed and all, to the hearth.ā€

ā€œNo, no! donā€™t let him touch me!ā€ gasped the old man. ā€œDonā€™t let him look at me in that way! Donā€™t let him come near me, Gabriel! Is it his ghost? or is it himself?ā€

As Gabriel answered he heard a knocking at the door. His father opened it, and disclosed to view some people from the neighboring fishing village, who had comeā€”more out of curiosity than sympathyā€”to inquire whether Francois and the boy Pierre had survived the night. Without asking any one to enter, the fisherman surlily and shortly answered the various questions addressed to him, standing in his own doorway. While he was thus engaged, Gabriel heard his grandfather muttering vacantly to himself, ā€œLast nightā€”how about last night, grandson? What was I talking about last night? Did I say your father was drowned? Very foolish to say he was drowned, and then see him come back alive again! But it wasnā€™t thatā€”Iā€™m so weak in my head, I canā€™t remember. What was it, Gabriel? Something too horrible to speak of? Is that what youā€™re whispering and trembling about? I said nothing horrible. A crime! Bloodshed! I know nothing of any crime or bloodshed hereā€”I must have been frightened out of my wits to talk in that way! The Merchantā€™s Table? Only a big heap of old stones! What with the storm, and thinking I was going to die, and being afraid about your father, I must have been light-headed. Donā€™t give another thought to that nonsense, Gabriel! Iā€™m better now. We shall all live to laugh at poor grandfather for talking nonsense about crime and bloodshed in his sleep. Ah, poor old manā€”last nightā€”light-headedā€”fancies and nonsense of an old manā€”why donā€™t you laugh at it? Iā€™m laughingā€”so light-headed, so lightā€”ā€

He stopped suddenly. A low cry, partly of terror and partly of pain, escaped him; the look of pining anxiety and imbecile cunning which had distorted his face while he had been speaking, faded from it forever. He shivered a little, breathed heavily once or twice, then became

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