<p class="h2"><SPAN name="XVIII" id="XVIII"></SPAN>XVIII.</p>
<p class="h2a">DARK DAYS.</p>
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<p class="indent"><span class="smcap">Beth</span> did have the fever, and
was much sicker than any one
but Hannah and the doctor suspected.
The girls knew nothing
about illness, and Mr. Laurence
was not allowed to see her, so
Hannah had everything all her
own way, and busy Dr. Bangs
did his best, but left a good
deal to the excellent nurse.
Meg stayed at home, lest she
should infect the Kings, and
kept house, feeling very anxious
and a little guilty when she
wrote letters in which no mention
was made of Beth's illness.
She could not think it right to
deceive her mother, but she had
been bidden to mind Hannah,
and Hannah wouldn't hear of
"Mrs. March bein' told, and
worried just for sech a trifle."
Jo devoted herself to Beth day
and night; not a hard task, for
Beth was very patient, and bore her pain uncomplainingly as long as she
could control herself. But there came a time when during the fever
fits she began to talk in a hoarse, broken voice, to play on the coverlet,
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as if on her beloved little piano, and try to sing with a throat so
swollen that there was no music left; a time when she did not know
the familiar faces round her, but addressed them by wrong names,
and called imploringly for her mother. Then Jo grew frightened,
Meg begged to be allowed to write the truth, and even Hannah said
she "would think of it, though there was no danger <i>yet</i>." A letter
from Washington added to their trouble, for Mr. March had had a
relapse, and could not think of coming home for a long while.</p>
<p class="indent">How dark the days seemed now, how sad and lonely the house,
and how heavy were the hearts of the sisters as they worked and
waited, while the shadow of death hovered over the once happy
home! Then it was that Margaret, sitting alone with tears dropping
often on her work, felt how rich she had been in things more precious
than any luxuries money could buy,—in love, protection, peace, and
health, the real blessings of life. Then it was that Jo, living in the
darkened room, with that suffering little sister always before her eyes,
and that pathetic voice sounding in her ears, learned to see the beauty
and the sweetness of Beth's nature, to feel how deep and tender a
place she filled in all hearts, and to acknowledge the worth of Beth's
unselfish ambition, to live for others, and make home happy by the
exercise of those simple virtues which all may possess, and which all
should love and value more than talent, wealth, or beauty. And
Amy, in her exile, longed eagerly to be at home, that she might work
for Beth, feeling now that no service would be hard or irksome, and
remembering, with regretful grief, how many neglected tasks those
willing hands had done for her. Laurie haunted the house like a
restless ghost, and Mr. Laurence locked the grand piano, because he
could not bear to be reminded of the young neighbor who used to
make the twilight pleasant for him. Every one missed Beth. The
milkman, baker, grocer, and butcher inquired how she did; poor
Mrs. Hummel came to beg pardon for her thoughtlessness, and to get
a shroud for Minna; the neighbors sent all sorts of comforts and
good wishes, and even those who knew her best were surprised to
find how many friends shy little Beth had made.</p>
<p class="indent">Meanwhile she lay on her bed with old Joanna at her side, for even
in her wanderings she did not forget her forlorn <i>prot�g�</i>. She longed
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for her cats, but would not have them brought, lest they should get
sick; and, in her quiet hours, she was full of anxiety about Jo. She
sent loving messages to Amy, bade them tell her mother that she
would write soon; and often begged for pencil and paper to try to
say a word, that father might not think she had neglected him. But
soon even these intervals of consciousness ended, and she lay hour
after hour, tossing to and fro, with incoherent words on her lips, or
sank into a heavy sleep which brought her no refreshment. Dr.
Bangs came twice a day, Hannah sat up at night, Meg kept a telegram
in her desk all ready to send off at any minute, and Jo never
stirred from Beth's side.</p>
<p class="indent">The first of December was a wintry day indeed to them, for a bitter
wind blew, snow fell fast, and the year seemed getting ready for its
death. When Dr. Bangs came that morning, he looked long at Beth,
held the hot hand in both his own a minute, and laid it gently down,
saying, in a low tone, to Hannah,—</p>
<p class="indent">"If Mrs. March <i>can</i> leave her husband, she'd better be sent for."</p>
<p class="indent">Hannah nodded without speaking, for her lips twitched nervously;
Meg dropped down into a chair as the strength seemed to go out of
her limbs at the sound of those words; and Jo, after standing with a
pale face for a minute, ran to the parlor, snatched up the telegram,
and, throwing on her things, rushed out into the storm. She was
soon back, and, while noiselessly taking off her cloak, Laurie came in
with a letter, saying that Mr. March was mending again. Jo read it
thankfully, but the heavy weight did not seem lifted off her heart, and
her face was so full of misery that Laurie asked quickly,—</p>
<p class="indent">"What is it? is Beth worse?"</p>
<p class="indent">"I've sent for mother," said Jo, tugging at her rubber boots with
a tragical expression.</p>
<p class="indent">"Good for you, Jo! Did you do it on your own responsibility?"
asked Laurie, as he seated her in the hall chair, and took off the
rebellious boots, seeing how her hands shook.</p>
<p class="indent">"No, the doctor told us to."</p>
<p class="indent">"O Jo, it's not so bad as that?" cried Laurie, with a startled
face.</p>
<p class="indent">"Yes, it is; she doesn't know us, she doesn't even talk about the
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flocks of green doves, as she calls the vine-leaves on the wall; she
doesn't look like my Beth, and there's nobody to help us bear it;
mother and father both
gone, and God seems
so far away I can't find
Him."</p>
<p class="indent">As the tears streamed
fast down poor Jo's
cheeks, she stretched
out her hand in a helpless
sort of way, as if
groping in the dark, and
Laurie took it in his,
whispering, as well as he
could, with a lump in
his throat,—</p>
<p class="indent">"I'm here. Hold on
to me, Jo, dear!"</p>
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<p class="indent">She could not speak,
but she did "hold on,"
and the warm grasp
of the friendly human
hand comforted her sore
heart, and seemed to
lead her nearer to the
Divine arm which alone
could uphold her in her
trouble. Laurie longed
to say something tender
and comfortable, but no
fitting words came to
him, so he stood silent,
gently stroking her bent head as her mother used to do. It was the
best thing he could have done; far more soothing than the most eloquent
words, for Jo felt the unspoken sympathy, and, in the silence,
learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow. Soon
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she dried the tears which had relieved her, and looked up with a
grateful face.</p>
<p class="indent">"Thank you, Teddy, I'm better now; I don't feel so forlorn, and
will try to bear it if it comes."</p>
<p class="indent">"Keep hoping for the best; that will help you, Jo. Soon your
mother will be here, and then everything will be right."</p>
<p class="indent">"I'm so glad father is better; now she won't feel so bad about
leaving him. Oh, me! it does seem as if all the troubles came in a
heap, and I got the heaviest part on my shoulders," sighed Jo, spreading
her wet handkerchief over her knees to dry.</p>
<p class="indent">"Doesn't Meg pull fair?" asked Laurie, looking indignant.</p>
<p class="indent">"Oh, yes; she tries to, but she can't love Bethy as I do; and she
won't miss her as I shall. Beth is my conscience, and I <i>can't</i> give
her up. I can't! I can't!"</p>
<p class="indent">Down went Jo's face into the wet handkerchief, and she cried
despairingly; for she had kept up bravely till now, and never shed a
tear. Laurie drew his hand across his eyes, but could not speak till
he had subdued the choky feeling in his throat and steadied his
lips. It might be unmanly, but he couldn't help it, and I am glad
of it. Presently, as Jo's sobs quieted, he said hopefully, "I don't
think she will die; she's so good, and we all love her so much, I
don't believe God will take her away yet."</p>
<p class="indent">"The good and dear people always do die," groaned Jo, but she
stopped crying, for her friend's words cheered her up, in spite of her
own doubts and fears.</p>
<p class="indent">"Poor girl, you're worn out. It isn't like you to be forlorn.
Stop a bit; I'll hearten you up in a jiffy."</p>
<p class="indent">Laurie went off two stairs at a time, and Jo laid her wearied head
down on Beth's little brown hood, which no one had thought of
moving from the table where she left it. It must have possessed
some magic, for the submissive spirit of its gentle owner seemed to
enter into Jo; and, when Laurie came running down with a glass of
wine, she took it with a smile, and said bravely, "I drink—Health
to my Beth! You are a good doctor, Teddy, and <i>such</i> a comfortable
friend; how can I ever pay you?" she added, as the wine refreshed
her body, as the kind words had done her troubled mind.</p>
<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 230]</span>
"I'll send in my bill, by and by; and to-night I'll give you something
that will warm the cockles of your heart better than quarts of
wine," said Laurie, beaming at her with a face of suppressed satisfaction
at something.</p>
<p class="indent">"What is it?" cried Jo, forgetting her woes for a minute, in her
wonder.</p>
<p class="indent">"I telegraphed to your mother yesterday, and Brooke answered
she'd come at once, and she'll be here to-night, and everything will
be all right. Aren't you glad I did it?"</p>
<p class="indent">Laurie spoke very fast, and turned red and excited all in a minute,
for he had kept his plot a secret, for fear of disappointing the girls or
harming Beth. Jo grew quite white, flew out of her chair, and the
moment he stopped speaking she electrified him by throwing her
arms round his neck, and crying out, with a joyful cry, "O Laurie!
O mother! I <i>am</i> so glad!" She did not weep again, but laughed
hysterically, and trembled and clung to her friend as if she was a little
bewildered by the sudden news. Laurie, though decidedly amazed,
behaved with great presence of mind; he patted her back soothingly,
and, finding that she was recovering, followed it up by a bashful kiss
or two, which brought Jo round at once. Holding on to the banisters,
she put him gently away, saying breathlessly, "Oh, don't! I
didn't mean to; it was dreadful of me; but you were such a dear to
go and do it in spite of Hannah that I couldn't help flying at you.
Tell me all about it, and don't give me wine again; it makes me act so."</p>
<p class="indent">"I don't mind," laughed Laurie, as he settled his tie. "Why,
you see I got fidgety, and so did grandpa. We thought Hannah was
overdoing the authority business, and your mother ought to know.
She'd never forgive us if Beth—well, if anything happened, you
know. So I got grandpa to say it was high time we did something,
and off I pelted to the office yesterday, for the doctor looked sober,
and Hannah most took my head off when I proposed a telegram. I
never <i>can</i> bear to be 'lorded over;' so that settled my mind, and
I did it. Your mother will come, I know, and the late train is in at
two, <span class="smcap">a.m.</span> I shall go for her; and you've only got to bottle up your
rapture, and keep Beth quiet, till that blessed lady gets here."</p>
<p class="indent">"Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?"</p>
<p class="indent"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 231]</span>
"Fly at me again; I rather like it," said Laurie, looking mischievous,—a
thing he had not done for a fortnight.</p>
<p class="indent">"No, thank you. I'll do it by proxy, when your grandpa comes.
Don't tease, but go home and rest, for you'll be up half the night.
Bless you, Teddy, bless you!"</p>
<p class="indent">Jo had backed into a corner; and, as she finished her speech, she
vanished precipitately into the kitchen, where she sat down upon a
dresser, and told the assembled cats that she was "happy, oh, <i>so</i>
happy!" while Laurie departed, feeling that he had made rather a
neat thing of it.</p>
<p class="indent">"That's the interferingest chap I ever see; but I forgive him, and
do hope Mrs. March is coming on right away," said Hannah, with an
air of relief, when Jo told the good news.</p>
<p class="indent">Meg had a quiet rapture, and then brooded over the letter, while
Jo set the sick-room in order, and Hannah "knocked up a couple
of pies in case of company unexpected." A breath of fresh air
seemed to blow through the house, and something better than sunshine
brightened the quiet rooms. Everything appeared to feel the
hopeful change; Beth's bird began to chirp again, and a half-blown
rose was discovered on Amy's bush in the window; the fires seemed
to burn with unusual cheeriness; and every time the girls met, their
pale faces broke into smiles as they hugged one another, whispering
encouragingly, "Mother's coming, dear! mother's coming!" Every
one rejoiced but Beth; she lay in that heavy stupor, alike unconscious
of hope and joy, doubt and danger. It was a piteous sight,—the
once rosy face so changed and vacant, the once busy hands so
weak and wasted, the once smiling lips quite dumb, and the once
pretty, well-kept hair scattered rough and tangled on the pillow. All
day she lay so, only rousing now and then to mutter, "Water!" with
lips so parched they could hardly shape the word; all day Jo and
Meg hovered over her, watching, waiting, hoping, and trusting in
God and mother; and all day the snow fell, the bitter wind raged,
and the hours dragged slowly by. But night came at last; and every
time the clock struck, the sisters, still sitting on either side the bed,
looked at each other with brightening eyes, for each hour brought
help nearer. The doctor had been in to say that some change, for
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better or worse, would probably take place about midnight, at which
time he would return.</p>
<p class="indent">Hannah, quite worn out, lay down on the sofa at the bed's foot,
and fell fast asleep; Mr. Laurence marched to and fro in the parlor,
feeling that he would rather face a rebel battery than Mrs. March's
anxious countenance as she entered; Laurie lay on the rug, pretending
to rest, but staring into the fire with the thoughtful look which
made his black eyes beautifully soft and clear.</p>
<p class="indent">The girls never forgot that night, for no sleep came to them as they
kept their watch, with that dreadful sense of powerlessness which
comes to us in hours like those.</p>
<p class="indent">"If God spares Beth I never will complain again," whispered Meg
earnestly.</p>
<p class="indent">"If God spares Beth I'll try to love and serve Him all my life,"
answered Jo, with equal fervor.</p>
<p class="indent">"I wish I had no heart, it aches so," sighed Meg, after a pause.</p>
<p class="indent">"If life is often as hard as this, I don't see how we ever shall get
through it," added her sister despondently.</p>
<p class="indent">Here the clock struck twelve, and both forgot themselves in watching
Beth, for they fancied a change passed over her wan face. The
house was still as death, and nothing but the wailing of the wind
broke the deep hush. Weary Hannah slept on, and no one but the
sisters saw the pale shadow which seemed to fall upon the little bed.
An hour went by, and nothing happened except Laurie's quiet departure
for the station. Another hour,—still no one came; and
anxious fears of delay in the storm, or accidents by the way, or, worst
of all, a great grief at Washington, haunted the poor girls.</p>
<p class="indent">It was past two, when Jo, who stood at the window thinking how
dreary the world looked in its winding-sheet of snow, heard a movement
by the bed, and, turning quickly, saw Meg kneeling before their
mother's easy-chair, with her face hidden. A dreadful fear passed
coldly over Jo, as she thought, "Beth is dead, and Meg is afraid to
tell me."</p>
<p class="indent">She was back at her post in an instant, and to her excited eyes a
great change seemed to have taken place. The fever flush and the
look of pain were gone, and the beloved little face looked so pale
<span class="pagenum">[Pg 233]</span>
and peaceful in its utter repose, that Jo felt no desire to weep or to
lament. Leaning low over this dearest of her sisters, she kissed the
damp forehead with her heart on her lips, and softly whispered,
"Good-by, my Beth; good-by!"</p>
<p class="indent">As if waked by the stir, Hannah started out of her sleep, hurried to
the bed, looked at Beth, felt her hands, listened at her lips, and then,
throwing her apron over her head, sat down to rock to and fro, exclaiming,
under her breath, "The fever's turned; she's sleepin'
nat'ral; her skin's damp, and she breathes easy. Praise be given!
Oh, my goodness me!"</p>
<p class="indent">Before the girls could believe the happy truth, the doctor came to
confirm it. He was a homely man, but they thought his face quite
heavenly when he smiled, and said, with a fatherly look at them,
"Yes, my dears, I think the little girl will pull through this time.
Keep the house quiet; let her sleep, and when she wakes, give her—"</p>
<p class="indent">What they were to give, neither heard; for both crept into the
dark hall, and, sitting on the stairs, held each other close, rejoicing
with hearts too full for words. When they went back to be kissed
and cuddled by faithful Hannah, they found Beth lying, as she used
to do, with her cheek pillowed on her hand, the dreadful pallor gone,
and breathing quietly, as if just fallen asleep.</p>
<p class="indent">"If mother would only come now!" said Jo, as the winter night
began to wane.</p>
<p class="indent">"See," said Meg, coming up with a white, half-opened rose, "I
thought this would hardly be ready to lay in Beth's hand to-morrow
if she—went away from us. But it has blossomed in the night, and
now I mean to put it in my vase here, so that when the darling wakes,
the first thing she sees will be the little rose, and mother's face."</p>
<p class="indent">Never had the sun risen so beautifully, and never had the world
seemed so lovely, as it did to the heavy eyes of Meg and Jo, as they
looked out in the early morning, when their long, sad vigil was done.</p>
<p class="indent">"It looks like a fairy world," said Meg, smiling to herself, as she
stood behind the curtain, watching the dazzling sight.</p>
<p class="indent">"Hark!" cried Jo, starting to her feet.</p>
<p class="indent">Yes, there was a sound of bells at the door below, a cry from
Hannah, and then Laurie's voice saying, in a joyful whisper, "Girls,
she's come! she's come!"</p>
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