[The Story of Bawn by Katharine Tynan]@TWC D-Link bookThe Story of Bawn CHAPTER XXXIV 6/12
She has made his bed and put his room in order and she asked me at what hour she should light his fire." "She is always madder at the full moon," I said. "To-morrow morning we will send for Mary.
She will help us to bear it. When I think of her faith I wonder that I should have had so little." "I believe you are happier," I said wonderingly. "I feel as though I had passed out of the hands of men into the hands of God," she replied, caressing my hair with her disengaged hand, for I had left my chair to sit down on the hearthrug by her. Again I had that strange, acute sense of listening; but there was a storm outside, and the wind cried in the chimney and rattled the windows, and a branch of a tree tapped against the shutters--that was all. "While your grandfather lives you will not be homeless," she said: "and who knows but that Theobald may be able to clear off the mortgages ?" My grandfather slept peacefully, as though he needed sleep; and now we talked and now we were silent, and the night wore on. We could not move for fear of disturbing him.
Dido came and lay on the rug beside me, and slept with her chin resting on my foot.
I think my grandmother dozed a little and the fire went low for I was afraid to stir to replenish it.
The old dog moaned and whimpered in her sleep, and my grandmother came out of her doze to say that she had been dreaming of Luke; and nodded off again. I heard Neil Doherty bolt and bar the hall door on his way to bed and I knew then that it must be eleven.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|