Share page |
THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. |
205 |
||
" That strikes me to the heart, dear father ! Always so mindful of me ! Always so kind to me !"
Caleb was very much perplexed to understand her.
" To be—to be blind, Bertha, my poor dear," he faltered, " is a great affliction ; but------"
"I have never felt it!" cried the Blind Girl. "I have never felt it, in its fulness. Never! I have sometimes wished that I could see you, or could see him • only once, dear father ; only for one little minute; that I might know what it is I treasure up," she laid her hands upon her breast, " and hold here ! That I might be sure I have it right! And sometimes (but then I was a child) I have wept, in my prayers at night, to think that when your images ascended from my heart to Heaven, they might not be the true resemblance of yourselves. But I have never had these feelings long. They have passed away and left me tranquil and contented."
"And they will again," said Caleb.
" But father ! Oh my good, gentle father, bear with me, if I am wicked !" said the Blind Girl. " This is not the sorrow that so weighs me down ! "
Her father could not choose but let his moist eyes overflow; she was so earnest and pathetic. But he did not understand her, yet.
"Bring her to me," said Bertha. "I cannot hold it closed and shut within myself. Bring her to me, father !"
She knew he hesitated, and said, " May. Bring May !"
May heard the mention of her name, and coming quietly towards her, touched her on the arm. The Blind Girl turned immediately, and held her by both hands.
" Look into my face, Dear heart, Sweet heart!" said Bertha. " Read it with your beautiful eyes, and tell me if the Truth is written on it."
" Dear Bertha, Yes ! "
The Blind Girl still, upturning the blank sightless face, down which the tears were coursing fast, addressed her in these words :
" There is not, in my Soul, a wish or thought that is not for your good, bright May! There is not, in my Soul, a grateful recollection stronger than the deep remembrance which is stored there, of the many many times when, in the full pride of Sight and Beauty, you have had consideration for Blind Bertha, even when we two were children, or when Bertha was as much a child as ever blindness can be ! Every blessing on your head ! Light upon your happy course ! Not the less, my dear May; " and she drew towards her, in a closer grasp; "not the less, my bird, |
|||