The Half-Brothers eBook

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Author:  Elizabeth Gaskell

Release Date:  May 18, 2005 [eBook #2532]

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ISO-646-us (us-ASCII)

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Transcribed from the 1896 Smith, Elder and Co.  “Lizzie Leigh and Other Tales” edition by David Price, email  Proofed by Jennifer Lee, Alev Akman and Andy Wallace.

THE HALF-BROTHERS by Elizabeth Gaskell

My mother was twice married.  She never spoke of her first husband, and it is only from other people that I have learnt what little I know about him.  I believe she was scarcely seventeen when she was married to him:  and he was barely one-and-twenty.  He rented a small farm up in Cumberland, somewhere towards the sea-coast; but he was perhaps too young and inexperienced to have the charge of land and cattle:  anyhow, his affairs did not prosper, and he fell into ill health, and died of consumption before they had been three years man and wife, leaving my mother a young widow of twenty, with a little child only just able to walk, and the farm on her hands for four years more by the lease, with half the stock on it dead, or sold off one by one to pay the more pressing debts, and with no money to purchase more, or even to buy the provisions needed for the small consumption of every day.  There was another child coming, too; and sad and sorry, I believe, she was to think of it.  A dreary winter she must have had in her lonesome dwelling, with never another near it for miles around; her sister came to bear her company, and they two planned and plotted how to make every penny they could raise go as far as possible.  I can’t tell you how it happened that my little sister, whom I never saw, came to sicken and die; but, as if my poor mother’s cup was not full enough, only a fortnight before Gregory was born the little girl took ill of scarlet fever, and in a week she lay dead.  My mother was, I believe, just stunned with this last blow.  My aunt has told me that she did not cry; aunt Fanny would have been thankful if she had; but she sat holding the poor wee lassie’s hand and looking in her pretty, pale, dead face, without so much as shedding a tear.  And it was all the same, when they had to take her away to be buried.  She just kissed the child, and sat her down in the window-seat to watch the little black train of people (neighbours—­my aunt, and one far-off cousin, who were all the friends they could muster) go winding away amongst the snow, which had fallen thinly over the country the night before.  When my aunt came back from the funeral, she found my mother in the same place, and as dry-eyed as ever.  So she continued until after Gregory was born; and, somehow, his coming seemed to loosen the tears, and she cried day and

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