"Yo" saw me," she said. "I thowt yo" did though I did na think o" yo"

bein" at th" winder when I stopped--to--to see th" leet."

"I am glad I saw you," said Grace. "You have been at work among the men who were hurt?"

"Ay," pulling at a bush of evergreen nervously, and scattering the leaves as she spoke. "Theer"s scarce a house o" th" common soart i"

Riggan as has na trouble in it."

"G.o.d help them all!" exclaimed Grace, fervently.

"Have you seen Miss Barholm?" he asked next.

"She wur on th" ground i" ten minnits after th" explosion. She wur in th" village when it happent, an" she drove to th" pit. She"s been workin" as hard as ony woman i" Riggan. She saw us go down th" mine, but she did not see us come up. She wur away then wi" a woman as had a lad to be carried home dead. She would ha" come to _him_ but she knowed yo"

were wi" him, an" theer wur them as needed her. When th" cages coom up theer wur women as screamed an" held to her, an" throwed theirsens on their knees an" hid their faces i" her dress, an" i" her honds, as if they thowt she could keep th" truth fro" "em."

Grace trembled in his excitement.

"G.o.d bless her! G.o.d bless her!" he said, again and again.

"Where is she now?" he asked at length.

"Theer wur a little chap as come up i" the last cageful--he wur hurt bad, an" he wur sich a little chap as it went hard wi" him. When th"

doctor touched him he screamed an" begged to be let alone, an" she heerd an" went to him, an" knelt down an" quieted him a bit. Th" poor little lad would na let go o" her dress; he held to it fur dear life, an"

sobbed an" shivered and begged her to go wi" him an" howd his head on her lap while th" doctor did what mun be done. An" so she went, an"

she"s wi" him now. He will na live till day-leet, an" he keeps crying out for th" lady to stay wi" him."

There was another silence, and then Joan spoke:

"Canna yo" guess what I coom to say?"

He thought he could, and perhaps his glance told her so.

"If I wur a lady," she said, her lips, her hands trembling, "I could na ax yo" what I"ve made up my moind to; but I"m noan a lady, an" it does na matter. If yo" need some one to help yo" wi" him, will yo" let me ha"

th" place? I dunnot ax nowt else but--but to be let do th" hard work."

She ended with a sob. Suddenly she covered her face with her hands, weeping wildly.

"Don"t do that," he said, gently. "Come with me. It is you he needs."

He led the way into the house and up the stairs, Joan following him.

When they entered the room they went to the bedside.

The injured man lay motionless.

"Is theer loife i" him yet?" asked Joan. "He looks as if theer might na be."

"There is life in him," Grace answered; "and he has been a strong man, so I think we may feel some hope."

CHAPTER x.x.xVII - Watching and Waiting

The next morning the pony-carriage stopped before the door of the Curate"s lodgings. When Grace went downstairs to the parlor, Anice Barholm turned from the window to greet him. The appearance of physical exhaustion he had observed the night before in Joan Lowrie, he saw again in her, but he had never before seen the face which Anice turned toward him.

"I was on the ground yesterday, and saw you go down into the mine," she said. "I had never thought of such courage before."

That was all, but in a second he comprehended that this morning they stood nearer together than they had ever stood before.

"How is the child you were with?" he asked.

"He died an hour ago."

When they went upstairs, Joan was standing by the sick man.

"He"s worse than he wur last neet," she said. "An" he"ll be worse still.

I ha" nursed hurts like these afore. It"ll be mony a day afore he"ll be better--if th" toime ivver comes."

The Rector and Mrs. Barholm, hearing of the accident, and leaving Browton hurriedly to return home, were met by half a dozen different versions on their way to Riggan, and each one was so enthusiastically related that Mr. Barholm"s rather dampened interest in his daughter"s protege was fanned again into a brisk flame.

"There must be something in the girl, after all," he said, "if one could only get at it. Something ought to be done for her, really."

Hearing of Grace"s share in the transaction, he was simply amazed.

"I think there must be some mistake," he said to his wife. "Grace is not the man--not the man _physically_" straightening his broad shoulders, "to be equal to such a thing."

But the truth of the report forced itself upon him after hearing the story repeated several times before they reached Riggan, and arriving at home they heard the whole story from Anice.

While Anice was talking, Mr. Barholm began to pace the floor of the room restlessly.

"I wish I had been there," he said. "I would have gone down myself."

(It is true: he would have done so.)

"You are a braver man than I took you for," he said to his Curate, when he saw him,--and he felt sure that he was saying exactly the right thing. "I should scarcely have expected such dashing heroism from you, Grace."

"I hardly regarded it in that light," said the little gentleman, coloring sensitively. "If I had, I should scarcely have expected it of myself."

The fact that Joan Lowrie had engaged herself as nurse to the injured engineer made some gossip among her acquaintances at first, but this soon died out. Thwaite"s wife had a practical enough explanation of the case.

"Th" la.s.s wur tired o" pit-work; an" no wonder. She"s made up her moind to ha" done wi" it; an" she"s a first-rate one to nurse,--strong i" the arms, an" noan sleepy-headed. Happen she"ll tak" up wi" it fur a trade.

As to it bein" _him_ as she meant when she said theer wur a mon as she meant to save, it wur no such thing. Joan Lowrie"s noan th" kind o"

wench to be runnin" after gentlefolk,--yo" know that yoresens. It"s noan o" our business who the mon wur. Happen he"s dead; an" whether he"s dead or alive, you"d better leave him a-be, an" her too."

In the sick man"s room the time pa.s.sed monotonously. There were days and nights of heavy slumber or unconsciousness,--restless mutterings and weary tossings to and fro. The face upon the pillow was sometimes white, sometimes flushed with fever; but whatever change came to pa.s.s, Death never seemed far away.

Grace lost appet.i.te, and grew thin with protracted anxiety and watching.

He would not give up his place even to Anice or Mrs. Barholm, who spent much of their time in the house. He would barely consent to s.n.a.t.c.h a few minutes" rest in the day-time; in truth, he could not have slept if he would. Joan held to her post unflinchingly. She took even less respite than Grace. Having almost forced her to leave the room one morning, Anice went downstairs to find her lying upon the sofa,--her hands clasped under her head, her eyes wide open.