The Fatal Glove | Page 5

will be late to the concert."
"I shall survive it, if I am," said the voice. "Get down and open the door.
I must see if the child is hurt."
"It's no child, miss; it is a boy older than yourself," said the man, surlily
obeying the command.
Margie Harrison descended to the pavement. From the sweet voice,
Arch had almost expected to see her. A flush of grateful admiration lit
up his face. She beamed upon him like a star from the depths of the
clouds.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, kindly. "It was very careless of Peter to let
the carriage strike you. Allow us to take you home."
"Thank you," he said. "I am close to where I work, and I am not hurt. It
is only a trifling bruise."
Something familiar about him seemed to strike her; she looked at him
with a strangely puzzled face, but he gave her no light.
"Is there nothing we can do for you?" she asked, at length.
A great presumption almost took his breath away. He gave it voice on
the moment, afraid if he waited he should lack the courage.
"If you will give me the cluster of bluebells in your belt--"
She looked surprised, hesitated a moment, then laid them in his hand.

He bowed, and was lost in the crowd.
That night when he got home he found Mat worse. She had been failing
for a long time. She was a large girl now, with great preternaturally
bright eyes, and a spot of crimson in each hollow cheek.
It was more than three months since she had been able to do anything,
and Grandma Rugg was very harsh and severe with her in consequence.
There were black and blue places on her shoulders now where she had
been beaten, but Arch did not know it. Mat never spoke to him about
her sufferings, because it distressed him so, and made him very angry
with the old woman.
He went in and sat down on the straw beside Mat; and almost before he
knew it he was telling her about Margie Harrison. He always brought
all his joys and sorrows to Mat now, just as he used to carry them to his
mother.
The girl listened intently, the spots on her face growing deeper and
wider. She looked at the bluebells wistfully, but would not touch them.
Arch offered her a spray. She shook her head sadly.
"No," she said, "they are not for me. Keep them, Arch. Some time, I
think, you will be rich and happy, and have all the flowers and
beautiful things you wish."
"If I ever am, Mat, you shall be my queen, and dress in gold and
silver!" answered the boy, warmly; "and never do any more heavy
work to make your hands hard."
"You are very good, Arch," she said. "I thank you, but I shall not be
there, you know. I think I am going away--going where I shall see my
mother, and your mother, too. Arch, and where all the world will be
full of flowers! Then I shall think of you, Arch, and wish I could send
you some."
"Mat, dear Mat! don't talk so strangely!" said the boy, clasping her hot
hands in his. "You must not think of going away! What should I do

without you?"
She smiled, and touched her lips to his hand, which had stolen under
her head, and lay so near her cheek.
"You would forget me, Arch. I mean after a time, and I should want
you to. But I love you better than anything else in all the world! And it
is better that I should die. A great deal better! Last night I dreamed it
was. Your mother came and told me so. Do you know how jealous I
have been of that Margie Harrison? I have watched you closely. I have
seen you kiss a dead rose that I knew she gave you. And I longed to see
her so much, that I have waited around the splendid house where she
lives, and seen her time and again come out to ride, with the beautiful
dresses, and the white feather in her hat, and the wild roses on her
cheeks. And my heart ached with such a hot, bitter pain! But it's all
over now, Arch: I am not jealous now. I love her and you--both of you
together. If I do go away, I want you to think kindly of me,
and--and--good-night, Arch--dear Arch. I am so tired."
He gathered her head to his bosom, and kissed her lips.
Poor little Mat! In the morning, when Arch came down, she had indeed
gone away--drifted out with the tide and with the silent night.
After Mat's death the home