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Larkum responded calmly. "I made up my mind only this morning it was useless for me to expect to get round again; and I was nearly heartbroken thinking of poor father and the children going on the parish." "A nice new frock, and good vittels ain't bad medsin for poor folks sometimes," Mrs. Blake said dryly. "That is true; but I was feeling very low and weak," Mrs. Larkum said, apologetically.
Thomas was an old bachelor, with ways very set and precise; and his hours were divided off as regularly as a college professor's. On our way out he informed me that the widow Larkum was very ill, with the doctor in attendance. I was surprised that his words should give me such a sinking at the heart. "What will become of the blind father and orphaned children if she dies?"
Deary me! how far a little help goes sometimes when folks have a mind to help theirselves." On our way she said, with matter-of-fact calmness, at the same time setting my blood thrilling through my veins: "I want you to talk with the doctor. I just seen him going to see Mrs. Larkum, and that's what made me hurry you off so soon from my place." "What do you want me to talk about?"
I believe you would find them more fascinating than Mrs. Blake, or your new friend, the widow Larkum." I felt too sorrowful to reply, and my temper had quite expended itself. I waited until he arose from the table and then followed him into the library. He looked surprised, but very politely handed me a chair.
"I didn't know you liked him that well. I reckoned he was hard to please." "I acknowledge that he is; but then a word of praise from him is worth a great deal," I frankly replied. "I believe you are in the way to win his approval. A pure, unselfish life must gain the respect of every honest soul, soon or late," Mrs. Larkum said, with gentle assurance. There was no more said on the subject.
I fancied from his countenance, at once serene and noble, that he had beautiful thoughts there in the darkness and poverty of his surroundings. Mrs. Larkum was mending a child's torn frock, her eyes as red and swollen as ever. Her face brightened, however, when we went in. Mrs.
Blake's assistance, and with occasional exclamations of delight, on her part I unpacked the hamper and then I took a little wine and a bunch of grapes in to Mrs. Larkum. I was shocked at the change a few weeks had made in her appearance. She saw the pained look in my face and her own countenance fell. "Mrs. Blake told me you seemed sure I would get better.
I turned the meat over and found a bone which I cut off and gave him, and then, giving the remainder to her to put out of Tiger's way, I stipulated that he was to have all the scraps that were left. Then I informed her of my gift from Mr. Winthrop, or rather loan, and of the sum I purposed giving Mrs. Larkum. "Did Mr. Winthrop give you all that money for poor folks?" she asked incredulously.
"She was only six years old when she died, just a month after her father; but the greater grief benumbed me so I scarce realized my second loss until months afterward." "Is it so terrible, then, to lose one's husband?" "It depends greatly on the husband." "The widow Larkum cries constantly after hers, but he was bread-winner, too. A hungry grief must be a double one." "Did Mr.
"I shall go home immediately and get Mrs. Reynolds to make some beef tea. She will keep Mrs. Larkum supplied, I am sure, as long as there is need, and I will either bring or send a bottle of wine directly," I said encouragingly to Mr. Bowen, whose face under all circumstances seemed to wear the same expression of perfect peace.
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