This letter, so calm, so cheerful in its tone, had a quieting effect on
Maddy, who read it twice, and then placing it in her bosom, started for
the cottage, meeting on the way with Flora who was seeking for her in
great alarm. Uncle Joseph had had a fit, she said, and fallen upon the
floor, cutting his forehead badly against the sharp point of the stove.
Hurrying on Maddy found that what Flora had said was true, and sent
immediately for the physician, who came at once, but shook his head
doubtfully as he examined his patient. There were all the symptoms of a
fever, he said, bidding Maddy prepare for the worst. Nothing in the
form of trouble could particularly affect Maddy now, and perhaps it was
wisely ordered that Uncle Joseph’s illness should take her thoughts
from herself. From the very first he refused to take his medicines from
any one save her or Jessie, who with her mother’s permission stayed
altogether at the cottage, and who, as Guy’s sister, was a great
comfort to Maddy.
As the fever increased, and Uncle Joseph grew more and more delirious
his cries for Sarah were heartrending, making Jessie weep bitterly as
she said to Maddy:
“If I knew where this Sarah was I’d go miles on foot to find her and
bring her to him.”
Something like this Jessie said to her mother when she went for a day
to Aikenside, asking her in conclusion if she thought Sarah would go.
“Perhaps,” and Agnes brushed abstractedly her long, flowing hair,
winding it around her jeweled fingers, and then letting the soft curls
fall across her snowy arms.
“Where do you suppose she is?” was Jessie’s next question, but if Agnes
knew, she did not answer, except by reminding her little daughter that
it was past her bedtime.
The next morning Agnes’ eyes were very red, as if she had been wakeful
the entire night, while her white face fully warranted the headache she
professed to have.
“Jessie,” she said, as they sat together at their breakfast, “I am
going to Honedale to-day, going to see Maddy, and shall leave you here,
as I do not care to have us both absent.”
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