Part 5 (1/2)
”It seems very curious, father,” I said, when he had finished. ”It is poor poetry, and has little or no meaning.”
”I will say nothing about the poetry,” replied my father; ”no doubt it seems to you poor, silly doggerel; but I have no doubt of this, Roger, your interest and mine lie in abiding by what it says.”
”But it seems so vague, father,” I urged.
”Not so vague, Roger. Your grandfather took to unlawful ways. He kept a smuggling vessel, which in some cases ought to have carried a black flag, and the maiden he loved was given to another, who died of a broken heart. For twenty years my father's life was a curse. His mind was filled with the most horrible fancies. Dark dreams haunted his pillow, and then, although he married my mother, he was until the day of his death hara.s.sed by difficulties and crushed by oppressors.”
”And did he die happy, father?”
My father looked very strange as I asked this question, and for a moment did not reply. Then he said, slowly:
”Roger, my boy, I was with him at the last, and never shall I forget the scene. It was as if a terrible dread rested upon him; and he seemed to feel an awful presence in the room.
”'Can I do anything for you, father?' I asked.
”'Send for the parson, Roger,' said he, 'and let him give me rest, or the curse that rests on me will rest on you.'
”It was midnight, and no one would dare to go, so I rode away alone to the vicarage. It was an awful ride. The powers of darkness seemed to know my object, for the elements were against me and I heard terrible howling along the sea coast; but I feared lest the curse of the Trewinions should fall upon me. The vicar was afraid to come when I told him about my father; but I threatened to drag him thither by the hair of the head if he refused. At length I got him to ride in front of me, and we came to my father.
”Ah, Roger, his cries were fearful! 'Take away Trewinion's curse!' he screamed, and he looked as though he saw angry spirits around him.
”The parson prayed, and, in the name of One above, commanded all evil to depart; but for a long time no ease came. Then there was a noise outside--three raps against the window, as though a bird had flown up against it. The moment after the light in the room changed.
”'Do you forgive everyone?' said the vicar.
”'No,' said my father, 'I can never forgive the man who stole from me the woman I loved.'
”'But,' said the vicar. 'Trewinion's curse cannot be removed while unforgiveness is in your heart.'
”My father looked at the blue light on the table, and then said, 'I'll try and say the Lord's Prayer.' He went steadily until he came to the words, 'Forgive us our trespa.s.ses as we forgive them that trespa.s.s against us.'”
”'I can't say the words,' he groaned.
”'Say them with all your heart and the curse will be taken away,' said the vicar.
”My father tried again and succeeded, and no sooner had he done so than the light changed and a holy calm rested upon us all.
”'It's gone,' said my father. 'May G.o.d bless you, Roger, and do you never forget the Trewinion's warning.'
”By this he meant the lines we have been reading.
”'I will never forget, father,' I said, and soon after he died happily.”
My father left me then, placing in my hands the old nurse's lines. For a long time I mused over what he had said, and wondered about my grandfather's death-bed scene. Was it as my father had said? Was it Trewinion's curse that rested upon him? I began to think of what the vicar, my schoolmaster, had told us only the day before--that every sin brought a curse, brought misery, brought remorse, and while sin or unforgiveness was cherished in our hearts we could not realise happiness or forgiveness. Was this the case with my grandfather, or was my father's belief right?
The interview made a deep impression upon me, however, and a great awe rested on me for days. I felt that as the heir of the Trewinions I was surrounded by terrible powers, and I did not know whether they were good or evil. So my young mind was fed, and so my imagination was stimulated.
What was to be my future? What had the powers which took such an interest in my race in store for me? Looking back over the years that are gone I ask, Were the things told me superst.i.tious fancies, or is the Trewinion curse a reality? Remembering what has happened between then and now, I dare not answer the question.
CHAPTER II