The Gilded Age by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner

silent tears flowed down their faces; the deep hush was only interrupted

by sobs from the children, grouped about the bed.

After a time–it was toward midnight now–Mr. Hawkins roused out of a

doze, looked about him and was evidently trying to speak. Instantly

Laura lifted his head and in a failing voice he said, while something of

the old light shone in his eyes:

“Wife–children–come nearer–nearer. The darkness grows. Let me see

you all, once more.”

The group closed together at the bedside, and their tears and sobs came

now without restraint.

“I am leaving you in cruel poverty. I have been–so foolish–so short-

sighted. But courage! A better day is–is coming. Never lose sight of

the Tennessee Land! Be wary. There is wealth stored up for you there–

wealth that is boundless! The children shall hold up their heads with

the best in the land, yet. Where are the papers?–Have you got the

papers safe? Show them–show them to me!”

Under his strong excitement his voice had gathered power and his last

sentences were spoken with scarcely a perceptible halt or hindrance.

With an effort he had raised himself almost without assistance to a

sitting posture. But now the fire faded out of his eyes and be fell back

exhausted. The papers were brought and held before him, and the

answering smile that flitted across his face showed that he was

satisfied. He closed his eyes, and the signs of approaching dissolution

multiplied rapidly. He lay almost motionless for a little while, then

suddenly partly raised his head and looked about him as one who peers

into a dim uncertain light. He muttered:

“Gone? No–I see you–still. It is–it is-over. But you are–safe.

Safe. The Ten—–”

The voice died out in a whisper; the sentence was never finished. The

emaciated fingers began to pick at the coverlet, a fatal sign. After a

time there were no sounds but the cries of the mourners within and the

gusty turmoil of the wind without. Laura had bent down and kissed her

father’s lips as the spirit left the body; but she did not sob, or utter

any ejaculation; her tears flowed silently. Then she closed the dead

eyes, and crossed the hands upon the breast; after a season, she kissed

the forehead reverently, drew the sheet up over the face, and then walked

apart and sat down with the look of one who is done with life and has no

further interest in its joys and sorrows, its hopes or its ambitions.

Clay buried his face in the coverlet of the bed; when the other children

and the mother realized that death was indeed come at last, they threw

themselves into each others’ arms and gave way to a frenzy of grief.

CHAPTER X.

Only two or three days had elapsed since the funeral, when something

happened which was to change the drift of Laura’s life somewhat, and

influence in a greater or lesser degree the formation of her character.

Major Lackland had once been a man of note in the State–a man of

extraordinary natural ability and as extraordinary learning. He had been

universally trusted and honored in his day, but had finally, fallen into

misfortune; while serving his third term in Congress, and while upon the

point of being elevated to the Senate–which was considered the summit of

earthly aggrandizement in those days–he had yielded to temptation, when

in distress for money wherewith to save his estate; and sold his vote.

His crime was discovered, and his fall followed instantly. Nothing could

reinstate him in the confidence of the people, his ruin was

irretrievable–his disgrace complete. All doors were closed against him,

all men avoided him. After years of skulking retirement and dissipation,

death had relieved him of his troubles at last, and his funeral followed

close upon that of Mr. Hawkins. He died as he had latterly lived–wholly

alone and friendless. He had no relatives–or if he had they did not

acknowledge him. The coroner’s jury found certain memoranda upon his

body and about the premises which revealed a fact not suspected by the

villagers before-viz., that Laura was not the child of Mr. and Mrs.

Hawkins.

The gossips were soon at work. They were but little hampered by the fact

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