Fabiola : or, The church of the catacombs - Digital Repository Services
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to explain to you I<br />
tho reasons that deoidei me in not. keeping<br />
my sou at home. It was" she continued, in a slow, :<br />
tone, " because I'm not it mo<strong>the</strong>r only ; I'm a Christian, too.<br />
And I can't f<strong>or</strong>got I was a Christian even bef<strong>or</strong>e I was a moth-<br />
er. And when, not only <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> all Christians,<br />
lil.f: \.\t /,'//<br />
linf <strong>the</strong>.<br />
religion <strong>of</strong> Christians, too, is so seriously threatened, could 1<br />
have <strong>the</strong> heart to bo wanting in every duty, in keeping my<br />
sou alongside me in <strong>the</strong> hour <strong>of</strong> danger, depriving our Holy<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> a devoted defender ? And if I were so weak, selfish,<br />
by depriving me <strong>of</strong> my son even if he were at my<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand, can't God reward my devotion, by guiding<br />
and protecting my child, and preserving him safe and sound,<br />
even in <strong>the</strong> thick <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fight, under fire <strong>of</strong> balls ;md bullets?''<br />
M. M<strong>or</strong>ren turned round greatly astonished at old Teresa's<br />
w<strong>or</strong>ds ; he had never heard her express herself with such<br />
f<strong>or</strong>ce, nobility, and eloquence. As to Ernest Van D<strong>or</strong>mael,<br />
his lips essayed a contemptuous, mocking smile.<br />
" God ! again always God," ho murmured.<br />
" God ! It's<br />
<strong>the</strong> only w<strong>or</strong>d by which you explain yourself. But where is<br />
your God ? Have you ever seen him ?"<br />
"<br />
Can't we believe, <strong>the</strong>n, in <strong>the</strong> existence <strong>of</strong> things unless<br />
we see <strong>the</strong>m, sir ?" she replied.<br />
" I never had <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>of</strong> seeing you until to-day, and<br />
yet didn't you exist ? Surely it is impossible f<strong>or</strong> us to see God,<br />
and yet everything around us affirms His existence."<br />
" Come along, M<strong>or</strong>ren," interrupted Ernest, at once con-<br />
founded and irritated by <strong>the</strong> logical appositeness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old<br />
woman's<br />
"<br />
repartees. What's <strong>the</strong> use <strong>of</strong> losing our time here,<br />
disputing with that old fool ? <strong>The</strong>re is no God that'j all<br />
about it. Let us resume our walk.''<br />
"<br />
No, sir,<br />
it's not all," pursued Teresa earnestly, raising<br />
her voice so as to make herself heard by <strong>the</strong> two men, who<br />
were "<br />
walking away. Take care <strong>the</strong> hour doesn't come<br />
when you'll wish with all your heart to be able to believe in<br />
<strong>the</strong> existence, <strong>the</strong> providence <strong>of</strong> God. But will that last grace<br />
be given you ? I hope so, sir, but I don't believe it. "<br />
Ernest walked rapidly away, raising his shoulders and biting<br />
his lips. It was already <strong>the</strong> second time a direct and menacing<br />
allusion recalled to his remembrance <strong>the</strong> dark, fatal<br />
hour <strong>of</strong> death, and seemed to f<strong>or</strong>ebode only anguish and des-<br />
pair at <strong>the</strong> deceive moment <strong>of</strong> that fatal passage.<br />
Never<strong>the</strong>less, a still m<strong>or</strong>e painful misadventure was reserved<br />
f<strong>or</strong> him on that 3ay, A* messenger from <strong>the</strong> Schrambeck<br />
villa soon overtook <strong>the</strong>m, running in all haste, and begging<br />
M. M<strong>or</strong>ren to return to <strong>the</strong> house, where a pressing affair<br />
awaited him. <strong>The</strong> free-thin leer was <strong>the</strong>n obliged to postpone<br />
to a m<strong>or</strong>e fav<strong>or</strong>able moment <strong>the</strong> conversation he calculated oil<br />
having with his indulgent friend ; but he still continued his<br />
wa!k around <strong>the</strong> ruins <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old castle, and, having found one<br />
Had lie already I'liund his tomb suddenly opening<br />
<<br />
his feet y That solemn hour <strong>of</strong> which he had bten just re-<br />
.1 was it already come ? <strong>The</strong>se gloomy thoughts disturbed<br />
<strong>the</strong> soul <strong>of</strong> tins po<strong>or</strong> wretch, who, losing at that moill<br />
his presence <strong>of</strong> mind, f<strong>or</strong>got that his friend, M. M<strong>or</strong>ren.<br />
not seeing him returning, would immediately institute an<br />
ncli\e search. In I] ; s terr<strong>or</strong> he saw nothing bef<strong>or</strong>e him but<br />
and cowardly, couldn't God punish me f<strong>or</strong> my indifference<br />
abandonment, oblivion, despair,<br />
side V On<br />
and death. JJropH <strong>of</strong> cold<br />
Kweat rolled down his livid face as ho strode round his dingy<br />
cell, making <strong>the</strong> dark arches rewound with <strong>the</strong> echo <strong>of</strong> lug<br />
broken voice. Suddenly he thought ho hfard a slight noise<br />
far overhead, at <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> walls, and held his breath that<br />
ho might hear <strong>the</strong> better.<br />
" Who's <strong>the</strong>re ? Answer !" cried a tremulous voice tarough<br />
<strong>the</strong> crevices <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old wall.<br />
" Oh ! f<strong>or</strong> pity's sake, save me, save mo !" he replied, re-<br />
covering hope at <strong>the</strong> unexpected sound <strong>of</strong> that human voice.<br />
" Who are you ?"<br />
" I'm a stranger, who came to visit this chateau and havo<br />
unf<strong>or</strong>tunately fallen into this cave<br />
"<br />
" Ah ! ah ! it's you. Well, it's come at lost God's hour<br />
<strong>of</strong> which I apoke to you just now, <strong>the</strong> hour <strong>of</strong> expiation, tho<br />
hour <strong>of</strong> vengeance !"<br />
And Teresa, who had recognized <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> his \<br />
thus smilingly answered <strong>the</strong> captive's entreaties.<br />
" Ah ! don't speak so !" cried <strong>the</strong> unhappy Ernest. " No,<br />
no ! It's not possible ; have pity on me, pray, help me. You'll<br />
not bo s<strong>or</strong>ry f<strong>or</strong> it. I'll give you lots <strong>of</strong> money. "<br />
" Bah !<br />
What do I want <strong>of</strong> money?" ret<strong>or</strong>ted <strong>the</strong> old woman.<br />
"<br />
Now, tell me do you believe <strong>the</strong>re's a God?"<br />
"<br />
! Help help !" he cried.<br />
"<br />
Call as <strong>of</strong>ten as you like I'll not help you and no one will<br />
come here from <strong>the</strong> fields n<strong>or</strong> from <strong>the</strong> village, f<strong>or</strong> all <strong>the</strong> villagers<br />
think this place is haunted."<br />
At <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>the</strong> unf<strong>or</strong>tunate man groaned with anguish,<br />
and Teresa on <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wall began to laugh heartil v.<br />
" Now, do you believe God exists?" she repeated.<br />
" Save me, save me, f<strong>or</strong> pity's sake !" he replied beseech-<br />
ingly.<br />
" I'll not save yon unless you consent to recognize <strong>the</strong> ex-<br />
istence <strong>of</strong> God. Remain, if you like,<br />
in that well ! In that<br />
case, good-bye to you, and I abandon you to that All-powerful<br />
arm that will know well how to wreak its vengeance on you. "<br />
" Wretched woman ! h<strong>or</strong>rible vixen !" he cried, "well, yes,<br />
I recognise 1 believe <strong>the</strong>re is a God. "<br />
"<br />
Very good. Now, I'm going to get you out <strong>of</strong> this. AYait<br />
f<strong>or</strong> me quietly a moment. You have my w<strong>or</strong>d."<br />
And she went as quickly as her legs could carry her towards<br />
<strong>the</strong> garden <strong>of</strong> tho farm adjoining <strong>the</strong> old castle.<br />
" Fa<strong>the</strong>r Nelis," said she, going in, " <strong>the</strong>re's a rat in tho<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> large iron gates open, unceremoniously entered.<br />
At first he wandered at random among <strong>the</strong> rubbish <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
old chateau, passing through several empty apartments ho<br />
met on his way, until at length, in an angl;; <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> towers,<br />
he saw a winding stairs, which he ascended, until he had<br />
reached <strong>the</strong> second ilo<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> turret. After examining its<br />
little vaulted chambers a few moments he descended <strong>the</strong> turret<br />
by ano<strong>the</strong>r stairs ; but, bef<strong>or</strong>e reaching <strong>the</strong> bottom, was<br />
plunged into complete darkness. At <strong>the</strong> same time, <strong>the</strong> steps<br />
he Was treading suddenly shook and crumbled beneath his<br />
feet ho felt himself ; suddenly precipitated, tumbled down into<br />
<strong>the</strong> darkness found himself one moment arrested by <strong>the</strong><br />
fragment <strong>of</strong> 1111 arch, which soon yielded to <strong>the</strong> weight <strong>of</strong> 1m<br />
body and, at length, from fall to fall, reached <strong>the</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong><br />
a dark, subterranean passage <strong>or</strong> kind <strong>of</strong> cave.<br />
He was at first slightly stunned by <strong>the</strong> suddenness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
shock. However, he soon recovered his senses and was glad<br />
t ha : he had received no bruise. But his position was<br />
not loss critical, as he soon perceived with pr<strong>of</strong>ound terr<strong>or</strong>.<br />
A dim light doubtless thut <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sky shone very high<br />
overhead. But all around him in <strong>the</strong> darkness he could feel<br />
tin: thick walls <strong>of</strong> his stone prison. No stairs, no do<strong>or</strong>. 110<br />
well, <strong>or</strong>,<br />
no meun^ <strong>of</strong><br />
in o<strong>the</strong>r w<strong>or</strong>ds, a fine city gent fallen into tho Spectre's<br />
Tower. Come wi!h mo; wo must get him out."<br />
"<br />
In <strong>the</strong> Spectre's Tower ! I'm sure<br />
"<br />
I'll not go replied<br />
<strong>the</strong> good farmer, terrified.<br />
" F<strong>or</strong> shame, fa<strong>the</strong>r Nelis ! whoever could have put such<br />
foolish things into your head ? I'm sure you're not a child;<br />
how could you have <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>the</strong>n, to let a po<strong>or</strong>wretoh perish,<br />
simply because you're afraid <strong>of</strong> a spectre that never existed<br />
except in your imagination."<br />
So <strong>the</strong> courageous Teresa succeeded, not without difficulty,<br />
in persuading him to accompany her to <strong>the</strong> old ch.-itenn, whero<br />
she shewed him <strong>the</strong> place where Ernest had fallen, and helped<br />
him to make an opening in <strong>the</strong> dflirin encumbering <strong>the</strong> stairs<br />
at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> which he had slipped into <strong>the</strong> c<br />
Van D<strong>or</strong>mael heard his liberat<strong>or</strong>s accomplishing his deliverance<br />
: it seemed to him a deadly weight was suddenly lifted<br />
<strong>of</strong>f his breast ; ho raised his head and began to brea<strong>the</strong> freclv.<br />
Without losing any time Teresa threw him a strong rope.<br />
"<br />
Tie it firmly round your wnist," she cried. "And now pull<br />
<strong>the</strong> rope. Hoist him up cautiously, fa<strong>the</strong>r Xelis, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> arch<br />
is half demolished. One, two, three <strong>the</strong>re, thank God, hero<br />
he is !"<br />
D<strong>or</strong>ma;:! v.-as saved ; but ia thoec mom' -ilia-