The child recoiled from the door, and it closed upon her.Impelled by strong necessity, she knocked at another: a neighbouring one, which, yielding to the slight pressure of her hand, flew open.
It seemed that a couple of poor families lived in this hovel, for two women, each among children of her own, occupied different portions of the room.In the centre, stood a grave gentleman in black who appeared to have just entered, and who held by the arm a boy.
'Here, woman,' he said, 'here's your deaf and dumb son.You may thank me for restoring him to you.He was brought before me, this morning, charged with theft; and with any other boy it would have gone hard, I assure you.But, as I had compassion on his infirmities, and thought he might have learnt no better, I have managed to bring him back to you.Take more care of him for the future.'
'And won't you give me back MY son!' said the other woman, hastily rising and confronting him.'Won't you give me back MY son, Sir, who was transported for the same offence!'
'Was he deaf and dumb, woman?' asked the gentleman sternly.
'Was he not, Sir?'
'You know he was not.'
'He was,' cried the woman.'He was deaf, dumb, and blind, to all that was good and right, from his cradle.Her boy may have learnt no better! where did mine learn better? where could he? who was there to teach him better, or where was it to be learnt?'
'Peace, woman,' said the gentleman, 'your boy was in possession of all his senses.'
'He was,' cried the mother; 'and he was the more easy to be led astray because he had them.If you save this boy because he may not know right from wrong, why did you not save mine who was never taught the difference? You gentlemen have as good a right to punish her boy, that God has kept in ignorance of sound and speech, as you have to punish mine, that you kept in ignorance yourselves.
How many of the girls and boys--ah, men and women too--that are brought before you and you don't pity, are deaf and dumb in their minds, and go wrong in that state, and are punished in that state, body and soul, while you gentlemen are quarrelling among yourselves whether they ought to learn this or that? --Be a just man, Sir, and give me back my son.'
'You are desperate,' said the gentleman, taking out his snuff-box, 'and I am sorry for you.'
'I AM desperate,' returned the woman, 'and you have made me so.
Give me back my son, to work for these helpless children.Be a just man, Sir, and, as you have had mercy upon this boy, give me back my son!'
The child had seen and heard enough to know that this was not a place at which to ask for alms.She led the old man softly from the door, and they pursued their journey.
With less and less of hope or strength, as they went on, but with an undiminished resolution not to betray by any word or sigh her sinking state, so long as she had energy to move, the child, throughout the remainder of that hard day, compelled herself to proceed: not even stopping to rest as frequently as usual, to compensate in some measure for the tardy pace at which she was obliged to walk.Evening was drawing on, but had not closed in, when--still travelling among the same dismal objects--they came to a busy town.
Faint and spiritless as they were, its streets were insupportable.
After humbly asking for relief at some few doors, and being repulsed, they agreed to make their way out of it as speedily as they could, and try if the inmates of any lone house beyond, would have more pity on their exhausted state.
They were dragging themselves along through the last street, and the child felt that the time was close at hand when her enfeebled powers would bear no more.There appeared before them, at this juncture, going in the same direction as themselves, a traveller on foot, who, with a portmanteau strapped to his back, leaned upon a stout stick as he walked, and read from a book which he held in his other hand.
It was not an easy matter to come up with him, and beseech his aid, for he walked fast, and was a little distance in advance.At length, he stopped, to look more attentively at some passage in his book.Animated with a ray of hope, the child shot on before her grandfather, and, going close to the stranger without rousing him by the sound of her footsteps, began, in a few faint words, to implore his help.
He turned his head.The child clapped her hands together, uttered a wild shriek, and fell senseless at his feet.