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Part II: Chapter XII
What measure of belief her explanation of Evelina's return
obtained in the small circle of her friends Ann Eliza did not pause
to enquire. Though she could not remember ever having told a lie
before, she adhered with rigid tenacity to the consequences of her
first lapse from truth, and fortified her original statement with
additional details whenever a questioner sought to take her
unawares.
But other and more serious burdens lay on her startled
conscience. For the first time in her life she dimly faced the
awful problem of the inutility of self-sacrifice. Hitherto she had
never thought of questioning the inherited principles which had
guided her life. Self-effacement for the good of others had always
seemed to her both natural and necessary; but then she had taken it
for granted that it implied the securing of that good. Now she
perceived that to refuse the gifts of life does not ensure their
transmission to those for whom they have been surrendered; and her
familiar heaven was unpeopled. She felt she could no longer trust
in the goodness of God, and there was only a black abyss above the
roof of Bunner Sisters.
But there was little time to brood upon such problems. The
care of Evelina filled Ann Eliza's days and nights. The hastily
summoned doctor had pronounced her to be suffering from pneumonia,
and under his care the first stress of the disease was relieved.
But her recovery was only partial, and long after the doctor's
visits had ceased she continued to lie in bed, too weak to move,
and seemingly indifferent to everything about her.
At length one evening, about six weeks after her return, she
said to her sister: "I don't feel's if I'd ever get up again."
Ann Eliza turned from the kettle she was placing on the stove.
She was startled by the echo the words woke in her own breast.
"Don't you talk like that, Evelina! I guess you're on'y tired
out--and disheartened."
"Yes, I'm disheartened," Evelina murmured.
A few months earlier Ann Eliza would have met the confession
with a word of pious admonition; now she accepted it in silence.
"Maybe you'll brighten up when your cough gets better," she
suggested.
"Yes--or my cough'll get better when I brighten up," Evelina
retorted with a touch of her old tartness.
"Does your cough keep on hurting you jest as much?"
"I don't see's there's much difference."
"Well, I guess I'll get the doctor to come round again," Ann
Eliza said, trying for the matter-of-course tone in which one might
speak of sending for the plumber or the gas-fitter.
"It ain't any use sending for the doctor--and who's going to
pay him?"
"I am," answered the elder sister. "Here's your tea, and a
mite of toast. Don't that tempt you?"
Already, in the watches of the night, Ann Eliza had been
tormented by that same question--who was to pay the doctor?--and a
few days before she had temporarily silenced it by borrowing twenty
dollars of Miss Mellins. The transaction had cost her one of the
bitterest struggles of her life. She had never borrowed a penny of
any one before, and the possibility of having to do so had always
been classed in her mind among those shameful extremities to which
Providence does not let decent people come. But nowadays she no
longer believed in the personal supervision of Providence; and had
she been compelled to steal the money instead of borrowing it, she
would have felt that her conscience was the only tribunal before
which she had to answer. Nevertheless, the actual humiliation of
having to ask for the money was no less bitter; and she could
hardly hope that Miss Mellins would view the case with the same
detachment as herself. Miss Mellins was very kind; but she not
unnaturally felt that her kindness should be rewarded by according
her the right to ask questions; and bit by bit Ann Eliza saw
Evelina's miserable secret slipping into the dress-maker's
possession.
When the doctor came she left him alone with Evelina, busying
herself in the shop that she might have an opportunity of seeing
him alone on his way out. To steady herself she began to sort a
trayful of buttons, and when the doctor appeared she was reciting
under her breath: "Twenty-four horn, two and a half cards fancy
pearl . . ." She saw at once that his look was grave.
He sat down on the chair beside the counter, and her mind
travelled miles before he spoke.
"Miss Bunner, the best thing you can do is to let me get a bed
for your sister at St. Luke's."
"The hospital?"
"Come now, you're above that sort of prejudice, aren't you?"
The doctor spoke in the tone of one who coaxes a spoiled child. "I
know how devoted you are--but Mrs. Ramy can be much better cared
for there than here. You really haven't time to look after her and
attend to your business as well. There'll be no expense, you
understand--"
Ann Eliza made no answer. "You think my sister's going to be
sick a good while, then?" she asked.
"Well, yes--possibly."
"You think she's very sick?"
"Well, yes. She's very sick."
His face had grown still graver; he sat there as though he had
never known what it was to hurry.
Ann Eliza continued to separate the pearl and horn buttons.
Suddenly she lifted her eyes and looked at him. "Is she going to
die?"
The doctor laid a kindly hand on hers. "We never say that,
Miss Bunner. Human skill works wonders--and at the hospital Mrs.
Ramy would have every chance."
"What is it? What's she dying of?"
The doctor hesitated, seeking to substitute a popular phrase
for the scientific terminology which rose to his lips.
"I want to know," Ann Eliza persisted.
"Yes, of course; I understand. Well, your sister has had a
hard time lately, and there is a complication of causes, resulting
in consumption--rapid consumption. At the hospital--"
"I'll keep her here," said Ann Eliza quietly.
After the doctor had gone she went on for some time sorting
the buttons; then she slipped the tray into its place on a shelf
behind the counter and went into the back room. She found Evelina
propped upright against the pillows, a flush of agitation on her
cheeks. Ann Eliza pulled up the shawl which had slipped from her
sister's shoulders.
"How long you've been! What's he been saying?"
"Oh, he went long ago--he on'y stopped to give me a
prescription. I was sorting out that tray of buttons. Miss
Mellins's girl got them all mixed up."
She felt Evelina's eyes upon her.
"He must have said something: what was it?"
"Why, he said you'd have to be careful--and stay in bed--and
take this new medicine he's given you."
"Did he say I was going to get well?"
"Why, Evelina!"
"What's the use, Ann Eliza? You can't deceive me. I've just
been up to look at myself in the glass; and I saw plenty of 'em in
the hospital that looked like me. They didn't get well, and I
ain't going to." Her head dropped back. "It don't much matter--
I'm about tired. On'y there's one thing--Ann Eliza--"
The elder sister drew near to the bed.
"There's one thing I ain't told you. I didn't want to tell
you yet because I was afraid you might be sorry--but if he says I'm
going to die I've got to say it." She stopped to cough, and to Ann
Eliza it now seemed as though every cough struck a minute from the
hours remaining to her.
"Don't talk now--you're tired."
"I'll be tireder to-morrow, I guess. And I want you should
know. Sit down close to me--there."
Ann Eliza sat down in silence, stroking her shrunken hand.
"I'm a Roman Catholic, Ann Eliza."
"Evelina--oh, Evelina Bunner! A Roman Catholic--YOU?
Oh, Evelina, did HE make you?"
Evelina shook her head. "I guess he didn't have no religion;
he never spoke of it. But you see Mrs. Hochmuller was a Catholic,
and so when I was sick she got the doctor to send me to a Roman
Catholic hospital, and the sisters was so good to me there--and the
priest used to come and talk to me; and the things he said kep' me
from going crazy. He seemed to make everything easier."
"Oh, sister, how could you?" Ann Eliza wailed. She knew
little of the Catholic religion except that "Papists" believed in
it--in itself a sufficient indictment. Her spiritual rebellion had
not freed her from the formal part of her religious belief, and
apostasy had always seemed to her one of the sins from which the
pure in mind avert their thoughts.
"And then when the baby was born," Evelina continued, "he
christened it right away, so it could go to heaven; and after that,
you see, I had to be a Catholic."
"I don't see--"
"Don't I have to be where the baby is? I couldn't ever ha'
gone there if I hadn't been made a Catholic. Don't you understand
that?"
Ann Eliza sat speechless, drawing her hand away. Once more
she found herself shut out of Evelina's heart, an exile from her
closest affections.
"I've got to go where the baby is," Evelina feverishly
insisted.
Ann Eliza could think of nothing to say; she could only feel
that Evelina was dying, and dying as a stranger in her arms. Ramy
and the day-old baby had parted her forever from her sister.
Evelina began again. "If I get worse I want you to send for
a priest. Miss Mellins'll know where to send--she's got an aunt
that's a Catholic. Promise me faithful you will."
"I promise," said Ann Eliza.
After that they spoke no more of the matter; but Ann Eliza now
understood that the little black bag about her sister's neck, which
she had innocently taken for a memento of Ramy, was some kind of
sacrilegious amulet, and her fingers shrank from its contact when
she bathed and dressed Evelina. It seemed to her the diabolical
instrument of their estrangement.
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