Tom Tuftons Travels | Page 2

time between a study of that wasted face, and an eager and
restless looking forth from the casement, as though in search of
something or somebody who came not.
Often she saw servants and messengers hastening this way and that,
exchanging words with each other, and starting off afresh; but the one
stalwart figure, for which she gazed with aching eyes, appeared not,
and often a sigh would break from her lips, whilst from time to time a
tear forced its way to her eyes.
Dusk was falling now. She could no longer see across the expanse of
park land which surrounded Gablehurst. She drew the curtains at last
with gentle hands, and piled up the logs upon the hearth. There was a
glint of something in her eyes not altogether accounted for by the tears
in them. It was a sparkle which bespoke wounded
sensibility--something approaching to anger.
"O brother, brother," she whispered, with dry lips, "how can you treat
him so? Have you a heart? How terrible a judgment you seem to be
seeking to draw down upon yourself! What will the end be like, if this
is the beginning?"
The flames leapt up with a sudden ruddy glow. The room had been
dark before; now it was suddenly flooded with a brilliant palpitating
light. As Rachel turned back to the bed, she saw that her father's eyes
had opened. The mists of weakness no longer seemed to cloud his sight.
He was looking round him with comprehension and observation.
"Where is Tom?"

It was the question they had been expecting all day. It was in
anticipation of this that messengers had been scouring the
neighbourhood in search of that young ne'er-do-well, Tom Tufton, the
good Squire's unworthy son.
And yet, unworthy as he was--idle, reckless, dissipated, a source of
pain and anxiety to father, mother, and sister--young Tom was beloved
by the people in and about his home, albeit they all shook their heads
over his follies and wildness, and wondered with bated breath what
would befall Gablehurst when the young master should be lord of all.
"Where is Tom?" asked the Squire, in a firmer voice than they had
thought to hear again.
"Dear father, we have sent for him," answered Rachel soothingly; "he
will be here anon."
"I would speak with Tom," said the Squire. "There are things I needs
must say to him ere I close my eyes for ever. Perchance I have already
delayed too long. Yet I have waited and waited, hoping for signs of
seriousness in one so soon to lose a parent. But seriousness and Tom
have no dealings together, it would seem. God forgive us if it be any
lack on our part that has made our son the wild young blade that he
seems like to be!"
A little sob broke from the mother's lips. It was the bitterest thought of
all to the parents; and yet they could not see wherein they had erred.
They had striven to bring up the boy well. He had had the same training
as his father before him. There had been no lack of firmness, and no
lack of love, but the result, as at present seen, was terrible to the father
and mother.
The squire heard the stifled sound of grief, and put out his hand to clasp
that of his wife.
"Remember he is the child of many prayers," he said. "We must believe
that those prayers will be answered. We must have faith in God."

"I will try--I will try," answered the poor mother; "but oh, my husband,
how shall I hope to cope with that wild spirit when you are gone?"
It was a hard question to answer, for the Squire himself had found his
son more than a match for him many a time. It was true that he had
done all that man can do to protect wife and daughter from the reckless
extravagance of an ungoverned nature; but he knew well that Tom was
not one to see himself tamely set aside. There were difficulties ahead
for these two women, and the future of his son lay like a load upon his
spirit.
"I would speak with Tom," he said, after a brief pause, during which
Rachel administered a draught of the cordial which did most to support
the failing strength of the dying man. Just at this moment the lamp of
life seemed to be glowing with fresh strength. It was but the last flicker
before extinction, and the wife knew it, but Rachel experienced a glow
of hope that perhaps it might mean a temporary improvement.
"I will go and see if he has come," she said. "Perchance they have
found and brought him by now."
She glided from the room, just giving one