Originally Published: April 1, 1893
Genres: Fiction
Dime Novel Bibliography: https://dimenovels.org/Item/10728/Show
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/201413509-flower-and-jewel-or-daisy-forrest-s-daughter
Gutenberg link: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/59223
Chapters: 55
Warning: This may include outdated and derogatory language and attitudes.
CHAPTER I
Young Mrs. Fielding opened her dark, heavy-lidded eyes and gazed thoughtfully about the large, luxurious chamber, from which every ray of sunshine had been carefully excluded. As her eyes became accustomed to the subdued light she saw a fat old black woman, in a white cap and apron, dozing placidly in a large rocking chair.
"Nurse! nurse!" she cried.
"Hi, honey!" and the sleeper wakened with a start, and waddled up to the bed, with a broad smile on her dark visage.
"Have I been asleep, nurse? I feel so strange! I seem to remember that I was sick, and the doctor was here—"
Her faltering words were interrupted by a low chuckle of satisfaction from the old woman.
"Guess de doctor was here! Guess he put you to sleep, too; 'case how, he said, no use you suff'rin' sech cruel pains. Hi, honey! what you reckin? Your trouble all pas' now, and you de happy mudder o' two de beautifules' twins dat I eber sot my ole eyes on!"
As the excitable old woman blurted out her joyful news, Mrs. Fielding's head sunk back heavily on the lace-trimmed pillow.
"Oh!" she cried, with a deep sigh of relief and joy.
"Oh, indeed!" echoed the proud old nurse; and she waddled across to the large double crib and produced two tiny infants, which she carried to the bedside on a pillow. Mrs. Fielding looked up eagerly, and a low cry of delight broke from her lips.
"What little beauties! Look—they are opening their eyes! Oh, one has blue eyes like my husband's, and one has dark eyes like mine! Are they girls or boys, nurse?"
"Bofe gals!" replied the old woman, with a grunt of dissatisfaction.
"And I wanted a boy so much!" the young mother exclaimed, with a sigh; then, rallying from her disappointment: "But never mind, nurse; better luck next time. And, after all, it is perfectly lovely to have twin girls! They always create a sensation wherever they go. And I mean to give them such fancy names! Guess, nurse."
"Mary and Marthy, maybe, honey."
"Pshaw!" disgustedly. "Nothing of the kind! Wait—don't take the darlings away yet."
"But you am talkin' too much, missie."
"I'll be quiet in a minute. Look, nurse"—she put out a beautiful white hand and touched each of the babes in turn—"this dark one I'll name Jewel, this blue-eyed one Flower."
"Redikilous! I don't belebe dat Massa Charlie will 'low it," muttered the old woman; and Mrs. Fielding's eyes flashed angrily.
"I shall do as I please with my own babies!" she cried, imperiously.
"All right, honey. In course you'll do as you please—you al'ays does," was the soothing response; and then the old woman carried the twins back to their crib, adding, wisely: "'Tis a good sign to see sick people cross—dey's 'most sure to git well. Guess I'll ring de bell and hab some gruel fotched up fo' her."
But, in the very act of ringing the bell, her hand dropped to her side, her dark face turned ashen, and a groan forced its way through her lips.
A dreadful sound had broken the stillness of the sick chamber—the low, muffled toll of the Tillage church bell, telling of an impending funeral.
The beautiful dark face on the pillow lost its proud smile in a minute and grew pale with awe.
"Who is dead?" she asked, with a little shiver; but old Maria did not answer for a moment, and again that low, muffled toll of the bell struck heavily upon the silence of the room.
Mrs. Fielding repeated her question a little impatiently, adding, wonderingly:
"I did not know that anyone was sick in the village."
"I—I—must fotch your gruel, ma'am," cried old Maria; and she waddled precipitately out of the room, leaving Mrs. Fielding very much puzzled over her old servant's deafness.
She lay silent on her pillow, counting those dull, muffled strokes curiously, and thinking to herself:
"They might have been for me. Oh, how glad I am that my trouble is over and I am still alive!"
The bell had ceased to toll when Maria came back, with that ashen look still on her face, carrying the bowl of gruel somewhat unsteadily.
Mrs. Fielding waited until she finished her light repast, then said:
"I counted the strokes, Maria, and there were just nineteen. So it is a young person whom they are going to bury. Now, tell me at once who it is; you need not be afraid of agitating me. Even if it is one of my friends, I will bear it calmly."
"Ay, Lord!" muttered the old nurse, with a grimace hidden behind her hand. Then she gave Mrs. Fielding a strange look. "Ma'am, it's none o' your friends at all, ma'am—only a poor young gal by the name o' Daisy Forrest."
A low cry shrilled through the room, and old Maria shuddered at the strange sound, it was so distinctly malicious, so frankly glad.
"Ma'am!" she uttered, indignantly; and Mrs. Fielding half raised herself on her pillow, and exclaimed:
"Daisy Forrest dead! My rival dead! Ah, that is glorious news!"
Maria's old black face turned gray with indignant emotion.
"Hush, missie! You ought to be afraid to talk so. De good Lord might punish your hardness of heart."
"Hold your tongue, Maria! You know I hated that woman. You know that she was my rival—that she held my husband's heart—yet you ask me not to be glad she is dead!"
Her black eyes blazed luridly, and her pale, beautiful face writhed with jealousy, as, almost breathless, she fell back upon her pillow, and Maria hurriedly seized a bottle of camphor and began to bathe her brow and hands.
"Honey, you knowed all dis afore you married my young master; so, what for you want to take on so now?" she whimpered, reproachfully.
"Yes, I knew it all; but they told me that it was the way of young men to be wild before marriage—that he would cast her off when he became my husband, and hate her very memory. But it was false; he loved that wicked, fallen creature best always. He would breathe her name in his sleep as he lay by my side. He visited her still—"
"No, no, missie; dat pore gal not so bad as dat! She nebber 'low him to come no more arter he married you," interrupted Maria.
"I tell you he did go, Maria! I followed him once, dressed in boy's clothes. He went in, and I heard him swearing that he loved her more than ever, and—and—" Her voice choked with fury a moment; then she continued, wildly: "Dead, thank Heaven—dead, and out of my way forever! Now he will be all my own! But it was very sudden, was it not, Maria?"
"Very suddint, missie," the old woman answered, sullenly. "Dere was a leetle baby born night afore last, and de mudder died afore morning."
"A baby born! My husband's, of course!" the sick woman cried, furiously; and it seemed as if her jealous passion would kill her, so terrible was the expression that distorted her beautiful face as Maria replied, in her sullen way:
"I ain't gwine to deny dat, missie, for dat 'ud make de dead gal seem worser dan she wer', and I ain't gwine to frow no mo' sin an' shame dan possible on dat pore thing layin' in her coffin wid her baby on her breast."
"So the miserable offspring of shame died, too. That is good! I hate it with the same hate I had for its mother!" the infuriated, maddened woman cried out, remorselessly; but before Maria could utter a single remonstrance, another sound, and one more startling than the solemn funeral bell, broke upon their ears.
It was the loud reverberation of a pistol shot within the house.
"Oh! what was that?" shrieked Mrs. Fielding, in terror.
Old Maria did not reply. She was waddling out of the room as fast as her age and obesity would permit. Obeying an unerring instinct, she made her way to the library, and flinging wide the door, crossed the threshold.
Then—
"Oh, Massa Charlie! Oh, my pore boy!" she cried out, in an agony of grief.
He was lying on the floor—her nurse-child—her young master, on whom she doted with true motherly love. His white, extended hand grasped the small pistol that had sent that deadly bullet into the breast from which that ghastly torrent was pouring. His magnificent form lay rigid; his head, with its short, fair locks, was thrown backward, and the blue eyes, with their luring, fatal beauty, were fixed in a dying stare.
She dropped down on her knees—his poor old black mammy—and tried to stanch the torrent of blood with the ample folds of her skirt, while heart-rending groans burst from her lips.
"Mammy!" he uttered, faintly.
"Massa Charlie—darlin'!" she groaned.
"You heard her funeral bell? How could I live with her death upon my soul? Oh, my little Daisy, my love, I broke your heart, and this is my atonement!" he moaned faintly, remorsefully.
"Massa Charlie, you should have t'ought of her a-lyin' in yonder wid her babies."
"Ah, mammy, I did, I did! but I was false to her, too. I am not fit to live. I—I ruined those two women's lives with my villainy! I rushed headlong into sin, but I never dreamed of what was coming to me today. I thought I could go on in my evil ways, but God has punished me. Mammy, do you think I could live when she is gone out of the world—she whom I loved so fondly yet so selfishly?"
"But, Massa Charlie—"
"Yes, I know. I ought to have been true to her. I was weak, unworthy, full of ambition. I let gold and high position lure me from her side. I was false alike to her I loved and to her, I could not love. Remorse has fastened its fangs in my heart, and I must die. If I lived, she would haunt me! How can she rest with that upon her breast?"
"Oh, my poor boy! my poor boy! Let me sen' for de preacher."
"No, mammy; the preacher could not save me now, after what I have done. Mammy, pray sometimes for my poor, lost soul—the coward soul, too weak to do right, yet not brave enough to bear the ills it wrought. Will prayers do any good then, I wonder? Ah—Daisy—love—wife!"
A gasp and the erring soul had fled.
Maria's groan rose simultaneously with a terrible cry.
Mrs. Fielding had dragged herself to the library and heard all. She spurned the dead body with her foot.
"He died with her name upon his lips," she hissed, "and I am his wedded wife!"
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