A Hero's Death
Captain Stuart's week was prolonged to a fortnight, much to the
children's delight. They were all astonished when they heard that
Major St. Clair was going to marry Betty's Miss Fairfax. Betty herself
was very puzzled about it, for she was still unconscious of how large a
part she had played in the little drama; and only wondered sometimes
that Nesta seemed to care so little for the organ now, and was so often
occupied in walking or driving with the major. This, perhaps, made her
enjoy her visits to Mr. Russell's studio the more; and when one day he
put the finishing touch to the bit of sculpture, she looked rather
wistfully at him.
'And mustn't I come here any more now?'
'Come as often as you like,' was the hearty reply; 'I like you chatting
away to me whilst I work.'
'I've a good many friends here,' announced Betty upon the last evening
of Captain Stuart's stay; 'I think I've more friends than Molly and
Douglas have. They don't care about grown-up people: I rather like
them!'
'We like Uncle Harry,' protested Molly.
'And who do you like the best of all your friends, Betty?' asked Major
St. Clair.
'I think I like Mr. Russell. You see, he's an odd one, like I used to
be before I had Prince. Miss Fairfax used to be an odd one too, but
she's one of a couple now. Mr. Russell has got no one; he's quite
alone.'
There was great laughter at Betty's speech.
'I think I'm an odd one, Betty,' Captain Stuart said. 'What do you
advise? My making myself into a couple?'
'Two and two are so much more comfortable,' went on Betty gravely; 'I
don't really know what I should do if I hadn't Prince to go with!
Really at the bottom of my heart I love him better than anybody!
Couldn't you get a dog, if you can't get any one else, Uncle Harry?
You'd find yourself in a very nice couple then.'
How Captain Stuart laughed! And Betty was the only one who could see
no joke in the matter.
After the gentlemen had left, the children had a quiet time. Betty
would still steal away to the church to hear Nesta sing and play; and
one day all the children spent a day at Holly Grange. Nurse was
getting a little tired of the quiet country life, and began to talk
about the return to London, which filled her little charges' hearts
with dismay.
'It will be dreadful to sit up and do lessons again,' moaned Molly.
'I think,' said Douglas slowly, 'that I shall get lost the day we are
going back; and then I shall live in the wood in that little hut; I
shall be a kind of wild man; and I shall eat berries and nuts, and when
I want some meat I shall kill a rabbit, and cook him! I really cannot
stand being cooped up in that nursery at home again.'
'I've never, never been so happy in my life before,' Betty chimed in;
'but then of course I shall take Prince with me. Fancy! If we had
never come to this farm, we should never have gone to that wood, and I
should never have seen Mrs. Fairfax, and she would have never sent me
Prince!'
'It's always "Prince" with you,' Douglas said a little impatiently;
'you can talk of no one else.'
The day following the one on which this conversation was held, Farmer
Giles came into the kitchen in great perturbation about twelve o'clock.
'Where are the children?' he demanded quickly.
Nurse came into the room, leading Bobby, who had been undergoing a
change of garments through a tumble into the duck-pond.
'They're out in the meadows,' she said; 'what's the matter?'
'I'm afraid there's a dog of Mr. Dart's loose; I've just heard say it's
gone mad, and can't be found! It's these dreadful hot days. I've just
chained up Rough. Little Miss Betty must look after that dog of hers.
Tom Dart and a neighbour is out huntin' for theirs now.'
'A mad dog!' exclaimed nurse in horror; 'call them in, Jack, do! What
should I do if they met it?'
And leaving Bobby in the kitchen, she as well as her brother ran out to
warn the children. They found them in a clover field under the trees:
Douglas was busy trying to work his way inside an old hollow trunk;
Molly was digging down a rabbit hole; and Billy was waiting upon them
both.
'Where is Miss Betty?'
'She's gone along the lane,' said Douglas, looking up with a very
heated face; 'I sent her to the brook to get some water: we're going to
lay in provisions for a siege; and this tree will be our hiding-place.'
'And I'm digging for treasure money,' said Molly.
'Is Prince with her?' asked nurse anxiously.
'Yes, he won't ever stay with us.'
'They're safe enough in this field,' said Farmer Giles, looking round;
'but they'd best not wander in the lanes. We must have Miss Betty
back.'
Betty meanwhile was trotting contentedly along, hugging an old
earthenware jar.
'We'll get them some water, Prince, and then you shall be the sentry;
Douglas said you could be; directly you hear a step you must bark!'
Prince looked up, wagged his tail in response, and began to burrow in
the grass for imaginary frogs.
And then Betty, feeling her jar very heavy, sat down against the hedge
bank to rest. She remained there some time, chattering away to her
dog, and was just starting on her way again, when shouts up the lane
startled her.
A moment after, and straight down the lane towards her tore a large
retriever; his mouth was open and covered with foam, and he kept making
snaps at the air as he rushed along. After him came two men and some
boys.
'Out of the way!' they shouted; 'he's mad!'
Poor little Betty stood in the middle of the lane, quite petrified. It
was a very narrow lane; the banks and hedges were high on either side,
and there literally seemed no escape for the child. On he came, with
open jaws and bloodshot eyes; and in another moment a shrill childish
scream rose in the air, which sent an awful chill through nurse's
blood; for she was now close upon the scene. She arrived just as Tom
Dart had got near enough to the dog to fire, and the report of a gun
went off as she clambered over a gate into the lane.
She saw the body of the poor beast in the road, with Tom standing over
it, but with trembling limbs made her way along to the little crowd now
assembled higher up the lane. They were bending down over something in
the middle of the road. Was it Betty?
'Is she safe? Who is hurt?' she gasped, as she pushed her way through.
There, in agony of grief and terror, Betty was sitting upon the ground,
shielding with her little arms her precious dog. 'You shan't take him
from me, you shan't; he's my very own, and he's nearly killed!' she was
crying frantically.
Nurse seized hold of her and the dog together. 'Are you hurt, child?
Speak! Thank God, it's only the dog!'
Farmer Giles was already there, questioning the excited crowd. 'He was
making straight for her, but the little dog dashed in front just in
time. See how he's bitten! Take him away from the little missy; he'll
have to be shot! 'Twas lucky for her she had him with her!' This and
more was told, with gaps and pauses; but Betty saw and heard nothing of
what was going on around her. She seemed almost beside herself with
terror and grief.
'Take us away, nurse! Get a doctor! he's bleeding! He mustn't, oh, he
mustn't die! Don't touch him! Oh, I won't, I won't let him go!'
'Come, come,' said Farmer Giles soothingly; 'I won't hurt him. We must
see where he is bitten; perhaps I can put him to rights. You let me
carry him home. There, see, he's been bitten in his neck, but you're
hurting him, holding him so tightly! You let me carry him for you, and
you can walk by my side.'
'Will you bathe him, and put a bandage round, and make him well again?'
There was hope dawning in the blue eye raised so trustfully to his; and
for a moment the farmer hesitated; then he said, 'We'll do the best for
him we can.'
And Betty opened her arms, and Prince was tenderly lifted up, and a
piece of sacking the farmer happened to have with him was wrapped round
him. He lifted his head, and tried to lick Betty's little hands as he
was being taken from her; and she with a fresh burst of sobbing got up
from the ground, and clutching hold of the farmer's coat, walked back
to the house with him, nurse trying in vain to comfort her.
Arrived at the farm, nurse took decided measures, 'You come indoors
with me, there's a good child; and let Jack attend to Prince. He will
come and tell you when he's better. No, I won't let you take him in
your arms again--now I mean it.'
'I must just see him once more; I must, nurse!'
'Ay,' said the farmer, giving nurse a peculiar look, 'she shall have
one more look at him, before I take him!'
The sacking was uncovered, and Prince's ears pricked up and his bright
brown eyes sought his little mistress's face. Betty bent over him, and
was allowed to kiss the back of his brown silky head. 'My little
darling,' she whispered, though tears began to fall again; 'I wish I
had been bitten instead of you!' Then turning to Farmer Giles, she
said, clasping her little hands in agony of entreaty,--
'You'll be as quick as ever you can, won't you? You won't be more than
five minutes bathing his neck and binding it up, will you? and then
I'll sit by and nurse him till he gets better. Will you put him in
this basket and bring him to me as soon as ever you can?'
'Yes, yes,' said the farmer a little gruffly, and then he went out to
the stables; and Betty stood by the kitchen window, too well trained in
obedience to attempt to follow him, but with her little heart
overflowing with longing to have Prince in her arms again.
'Now,' said nurse very kindly but determinedly, 'come up into the
nursery, and let me wash your face and hands and put you on a clean
pinafore.'
'He will get better, won't he, nurse? He didn't look very hurt. Can I
give him some bread and milk when Farmer Giles brings him in?'
Nurse evaded this question; she seemed ill at ease; and when a few
minutes afterwards the report of a gun went off, she started violently,
then gave a sigh of relief. Betty was too absorbed in her own thoughts
to notice this; and, directly her toilet was finished, she ran
downstairs to the kitchen again.
'Has Prince come in, Mrs. Giles? Is he better?'
'Bless your little heart,' said Mrs. Giles, bustling about, 'Jack will
be in directly, and he'll tell you.'
And, a few minutes afterwards, Farmer Giles appeared. Betty ran to him
with outstretched hands. 'Where is he? Are you going to take me to
him?'
The farmer looked helplessly at his wife.
'Where is nurse?' he said.
'Keeping out of the way,' muttered Mrs. Giles.
The farmer fetched a deep breath. 'Come along, then,' he said; 'I've
done my best, and mustn't shirk the consequence.'
He took hold of Betty's hand, and led her to the stables; twice he
cleared his throat, as if about to speak, and then at the door, keeping
one hand on the latch, he put his other one under Betty's little chin
and raised her face.
'You'll be a brave, good little maid, won't you?' he said, 'and you'll
bear up, for 'tis better for the little dog than to live in suffering.'
He opened the door, and Betty, not in the slightest understanding his
words, pushed her way breathlessly in.
There in his basket, cold and stiff, lay poor little Prince! For one
minute Betty thought he was asleep, and then the awful truth dawned
upon her. With her blue eyes dilating with horror, she turned and
faced the old farmer, and every vestige of colour left her cheeks.
'He's not dead!' she cried. 'Wake him up, Mr. Giles; he shan't be
dead!'
'My little maid, I'm dreadful sorry for you; but 'tis better so; and
his neck were near bitten through; he couldn't have lived long in any
case.'
Betty flung herself on the floor with such a sharp wail of despair that
Farmer Giles felt a lump rising in his throat He knew there could be
no comfort yet for the broken-hearted child; that she must go through
her trouble alone--words at such a time were useless; and after
watching her for some minutes, he slipped away to fetch nurse to bring
her in.
And Betty lay with her arms round Prince's basket, sobbing her very
heart out, and feeling as if light and joy and gladness had gone out of
her life for ever! When nurse came in a little later, and put a gentle
hand on the little crouching figure, Betty turned round, furious in her
grief.
'Go away, I shan't leave Prince; I wish I could die! Oh, nurse,
nurse!' and a fresh burst of sobs shook her; 'tell me he isn't dead;
tell me he isn't!'
Nurse tried in vain to pacify her; Betty was too over-wrought to
listen. One thing she stedfastly refused to do, and that was to leave
her dog, and nurse finally had to take her up in her arms by force, and
carry her, shrieking and struggling, to the house. Poor little Betty
did not prove herself a heroine; but nurse made allowance for her, and
was unusually patient and tender.
'It's like a bit of her life gone,' she confided to Mrs. Giles. 'I
always think it a pity when children get so wrapped up with their pets,
but Miss Betty never does anything by halves.'
All that hot afternoon Betty lay on her bed in the nursery. Nurse
could not tempt her to eat any dinner; and when the first paroxysm of
grief was over, she lay there, white and silent, with little clenched
hands, and now and then a quick-drawn sob escaping her.
Nurse was relieved and thankful when, going in quietly shortly before
tea-time, she found her fast asleep, utterly worn out by her trouble.